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January 12, 2003

OUTDOOR PURSUITS

Odd. That's can be the only plausible word that best describes the incidents Mark R and I experienced at the Outdoor Pursuits Exhibition in Kensington today.

Kensington is a posh area, everybody knows that, and it was further backed up by the sighting of three Ferraris, two Aston Martins, several Porsches and more BMW's than you would care to imagine but this initial impression was wiped out by the class of attendee at the exhibition.

Having fully expected to encounter the long-haired, small tuft of goatee on the bit between bottom lip and chin, random ear-piercing folk that are so often associated with such sports, we were shocked to find out that people who practice these sports obviously have fewer brain cells than a boiled potato.

There was a man walking around in a blanket style jacket that would have looked better suited in a Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat theatre production, there was the 'Killing Heidi' stand advertising a rock band (what that has to do with outdoor pursuits, I just don't know - I got out of buying tickets by claiming to be a jazz man), and there was the jabbering Kiwi who tried to persuade us to go to New Zealand because "it's all you could possibly want, and maybe more" and then proceeded to keel over in hysterics.

Also, some stand attendant started pointing at me whilst talking to a customer, so I stood there, looked down my clothes to see if I had spilt lunch down myself or something, but there was nothing. When I enquired as to what he was pointing at, he just laughed and started talking in some incomprehensible colloquial tongue.

But the oddest incident throughout the entire day was on the walk back from Ealing Broadway station. There we were, ambling along at a leisurely pace when on the opposite side of the road came two men. They can't have been normal. One was wearing red trousers, a tweed jacket, glasses and a trilby-esque hat and the other would have looked more at home in the film Dick Tracy. Queerer than a party at Barrymore's.....

Posted by jonola14 at January 12, 2003 9:12 PM

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