Our area of London is packed with revellers spilling over from the Notting Hill Carnival, one of the biggest mass parties every year in London. There are reggae guys singing, sloppy European drunks, kids who walked here from the east side because they couldn't afford the bus*, all carousing together in beautiful, rowdy, inebriated harmony.
Mr Apples and I were walking Applet through the crowds in his buggy, to collect our Star Trek dvds from the Amazon locker.
Yeah guys. If you want cool, just look this way. I'll teach you all you need to know.
*Really. I've overheard people talking about this two years in a row. It must be like a two hour walk. But they're teenagers so it's good for them to learn to budget and spend their bus fare on alcohol.