Couldn't get very far without seeing someone I knew - something that would have horrified me years ago - but I actually quite liked. Popped into Peter Quinnell's studio for a chat and had a walk about - did a few jobs. Saw a bloke of about 20 with 'Elsie-Louise' tattoed in giant script on one side of his neck and 'Kelly Marie' on the other - obviously keen on double barelled names... nope he has no more - only the forehead left. saw another bloke who looked like a swave elderly gent with 'Howards Way' styling - blazer, chino's, panama, loafers etc - looked very sophisticated - except for the large and very faded swallows tattoed on his forehewad, one above each eye - facing each other.
Woman in Roberts Rummage had a small child who was in some distress because she needed the toilet and begged for her mother to take her somewhere - mother was busy looking at stuff and said, absently "be brave, darling, be brave'. Another woman was complaining about the quality of the rugs "weave too tight, pattern too modern, not enough pile' - it's a fucking junk shop - not John Lewis's.
Town gearing up for carnival - I'm eating first.
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