Haves and have nots
Trip Start
Aug 22, 2011
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4
12
Trip End
Ongoing
Where I stayed
Stopathome
What I did
Went shopping
Cool and overcast
Pilates cancelled :(
Today I walked into Broadmead, the centre of Bristolian Chavdom. It's a very pleasant walk through Montpelier, however, the dog poo always puts me off a bit. My intention was to go to Nelson Street to photograph the results of the The See No Evil graffiti project, which enticed artists from all over the world to brighten up what can only be described as a very drab part of Bristol. But I never made it. The Primark experience was just too much. Either that or I completely forgot I was going to go to Nelson Street, a bit like when you walk into the kitchen to get the wine from the fridge but end up with a cheese sandwich.
The conversation between 2 young women on the bus on the way home was enlightening. If you don't know what the Bristol accent sounds like, take a listen to Vicky Pollard (Matt Lucas) and you've got it. The daughter of one of the women was verbally clipped around the earhole several times while trying to hold onto her pink scooter. She was barely big enough to ride it let alone manouvre it into the disabled seats. Both women agreed that Tramadol and diamorphine were just the best when it came to pain control, but that 5 mls of the latter was never enough, especially when you 'was having a baby by a Caeser'. The unmarried woman had shattered her foot in some kind of accident, and she had to carry morphine capsules in her bag at all times. Be careful how loud you say that round here, I thought.
The two Japanese girls on the bus probably didn't speak enough English to fully get the above conversation spoken in Brissle, but they clearly knew which shops to go in, I don't think Primark was on their tour. Ugg boots, Louis Vuitton bags, Moschino purse, iPhone (of course) and Zara. Fair play to them for taking the bus.
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Pilates cancelled :(
Today I walked into Broadmead, the centre of Bristolian Chavdom. It's a very pleasant walk through Montpelier, however, the dog poo always puts me off a bit. My intention was to go to Nelson Street to photograph the results of the The See No Evil graffiti project, which enticed artists from all over the world to brighten up what can only be described as a very drab part of Bristol. But I never made it. The Primark experience was just too much. Either that or I completely forgot I was going to go to Nelson Street, a bit like when you walk into the kitchen to get the wine from the fridge but end up with a cheese sandwich.
The conversation between 2 young women on the bus on the way home was enlightening. If you don't know what the Bristol accent sounds like, take a listen to Vicky Pollard (Matt Lucas) and you've got it. The daughter of one of the women was verbally clipped around the earhole several times while trying to hold onto her pink scooter. She was barely big enough to ride it let alone manouvre it into the disabled seats. Both women agreed that Tramadol and diamorphine were just the best when it came to pain control, but that 5 mls of the latter was never enough, especially when you 'was having a baby by a Caeser'. The unmarried woman had shattered her foot in some kind of accident, and she had to carry morphine capsules in her bag at all times. Be careful how loud you say that round here, I thought.
The two Japanese girls on the bus probably didn't speak enough English to fully get the above conversation spoken in Brissle, but they clearly knew which shops to go in, I don't think Primark was on their tour. Ugg boots, Louis Vuitton bags, Moschino purse, iPhone (of course) and Zara. Fair play to them for taking the bus.
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