Tuesday 3 May 2011

London, UK: When the game began...

I walked to Manor House Subway in July 2010, crouched down on the floor and started chalking. I had a few minutes of wondering whether a local would kick me while I was there, annoyed that I appeared to be vandalising their link to the rest of central London.

But alas, nothing of the sort happened so I continued, took a photo and then ran merrily down the steps to catch the tube...


Friend mentioned is Charlie Mallard, a favourite in the 56 household who gave me my first piece of chalk and told me to leave a message in London. She opted for this over a keyring and a postcard with a beefeater on. I would have been happy with either/both.

Moving on, I followed my brother's directions to Stoke Newington Church Street. There I found lots of cafes (a bit like Liverpool's Lark Lane), a shop with a garden store out the back, a line of someone else's washing above it, and a little vintage boutique called Casino...


The girls at Casino let me draw on the front of their shop because I told them it was part of a project that my housemate and I were conducting. At least I think that's what they heard. Having lived in Liverpool for four years, my accent can sometimes become a bit of an odd mangle of Welsh and Scouse. Scwelsh. They seemed excited anyway.


Tommy, who works as a security guard for BBC Radio Merseyside requested this next message. I found a cake shop and decided this was the most fitting place to leave such a statement.



Had to dash after this. I stood up and found a big frown on the other side of the glass next to the cakes...

TO COVENT GARDEN!


For mum. The world's biggest Beatles fan.


For my sister Winny, who does up old-school bicycles and makes nice illustrations.

Because I think I'm funny.




Because it's true, I do.
Finsbury Park, London.



For my friend Lea. She introduced me to Manchester hostels, Gogol Bordello videos and most of all, her favourite song 'Illumination'. It came at the right time, I think.


Hard to read on here because it's tiny and my eyes are rubbish. It says I went inside the Houses of Parliament. I did. My friend gave me a guided tour, a free badge and a really cheap cup of tea. WOO HOO.


I ran out and had to buy some more. No Oxford St clothes shopping for me. I asked about six different people where I could find a Ryman. A bad workman shall not blame her lack of tools.

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FIRST MISSION: COMPLETE

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