I had to leave the flat on Saturday afternoon. Have For Sale sign, have prospective buyers wanting to poke around.
It’s best to give them some privacy. But please do take your shoes off.
Oh…
I laced up my rain cherry red DM’s, and went off stomping towards Wankerville.
I made it a circular route, cutting through lovely Larkhall Park, a brief stretch along Wandsworth Road, and then up towards Wankerville Old Town.
My face doesn’t fit around here. I was clean cut and freshly shaven. But even my boy-ish good looks struggle a little with the Clap’ham 20-somethings.
I took cover in the charity shop stretch.
Clap’ham once had a half decent run of bog standard charity shops. The past few years has seen them morph into ‘vintage retro shops.’
This is Wankerville talk for add another £20 on to the price tag.
Trinity Hospice in the Old Town remains affordable. It has the second best CD collection in South London, only rivalled by Oxfam in Herne Hill.
I don’t usually waste my time digging through the charity shop CD crap: Cliff, Simply Red and Boyzone is your usual offering.
But an upside of having an upmarket neighbourhood like Clap’ham and Herne Hill is that the Bright Young Things do have good tastes in the CD’s they want to dispose of.
I spent five minutes flicking through. I ended up with a couple of Neil Young albums, and Beth Orton’s Comfort of Strangers.
Yours, for three quid all in, Guv.
Job’s a good ‘un.
