Too much normality scares me. Is there a saying, normal is as normal does? Does that sound exciting? No. Give me a touch of eccentricity every time. Could be in the shape of a leopard, stuffed and resting on the refrigerator of a butchers on Rye Lane in Peckham. That’s my kind of neighbourhood and my kind of normal.
The revolution has got to start somewhere and why not with milkmen? Milkmen and their floats, the jingle of bottles, provisions for the nation. Come on, milkmen, let’s get it on.
Marvellous. Someone has gone to the trouble to make POO ARTS out of a more prosaic sign on the side of a pub in Peckham. I confess it appeals to my sense of humour.