The missus and I went to the Affordable Art Fair. This is a twice yearly gathering of hundreds of art galleries, selling their paintings and sculptues, all at affordable prices (nothing over £5000). It takes place in a huge pavilion set up on Hampstead Heath, and is full of trendy 40 - 60-something art directors, BBC documentary producers, advertising creative executives and their skeletal bronzed high-cheekboned wives with their skin scraped across crumbling faces, and accompanied by their salon-trimmed schnauzers.
Oh this is just what we need for the Au Pair's sunlounge
As we've got rid of our car, we took the 102 bus to The Bishops Avenue, and walked up the avenue admiring the eclectic architecture.
Christ on a bike, what the fuck have they stuck on my front?
...and then the missus, (against my better judgement but I kept quiet), decided to take a short cut across Hampstead Heath, although neither of us was quite sure of the way.
Gentle reader, if there is a more Hellish place in London than Hampstead Heath, I have yet to come across it. I try to avoid it at all costs. It is the most miserable place you can imagine. It is basically a great big space full of trees, grass, mud, insects, fecking dogs of all shapes and sizes OFF THEIR LEAD, and worse of all, dog owners, who absolutely refuse to believe or understand how anyone could be anything less than delighted by having a litre of dog saliva slowly cascading down their legs and collecting in their shoes.
Don't worry, he's just being playful - he won't bite
We wandered about this hellhole for a good hour until finally, thankfully, we came up, gasping for air, at the wonderful sight of buildings, roads, and blissful civilisation again, and finally found the Art Fair. Lovely hazelnut syrup mocha skinny frappacino in the café.
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