venta

I spent quite a lot of Saturday afternoon bimbling vaguely around central London. The only really fixed points in the itinerary were Postcard Teas, and Arigato, the Japanese supermarket on Brewer Street. However, I was derailed before I even started... as the tube pulled into Bayswater, ChrisC suddenly said "Let's go to the Bagpuss Shop! Jump!"

(I had no idea what the Bagpuss shop was. And it turned out not to be open yet anyway.)

However, we had a pleasant wander in all sorts of directions, mostly choosing backstreets over the busy thoroughfares because (a) people are dreadful en masse and (b) they're better hunting grounds for blue plaques. I like blue plaques.

Of course, the official Blue Plaques are nowadays placed by English Heritage, but older ones might be labelled Greater London Council, or LCC. Plus there are numerous blue plaques which are not Blue Plaques. And there are green plaques, brown plaques and occasional oblong plaques... Stick it on a wall with a pleasing font, I'll read it.

However, something tells me that there has been some mischief afoot:

very suspicious blue plaque commemorating the inventor of time travel