Out and about.

Me and Clare went for a lovely walk on a lovely day. We ambled to Columbia Road flower market via the park which felt like post impressionist era Paris with hundreds of people doing the same as us. It's great.

At the market we dodged down a side road to get a coffee and avoud the melee and saw this fellow busking. Johnny Hollidays is his name and he was fantastic. His repertoire consisted mostly of twenties and thirties jazz with his usp of playing a very lifelike muted trumpet just with his mouth...and no trumpet.

I chucked a quid in his guitar case and on we went to the Museum of Childhood to see the small but perfectly formed exhibition of Smallfilms. This was the two man band that brought such wonders as Noggin the Nog, The Clangers and Bagpuss into our hearts. The artwork for the backdrops was just amazing. Oliver Postgate and Roger Firmin were two incredibly talented and creative men who produced such little wonders for next to nothing.

As a little bit of info, did you know that the BBC insited that the Clangers didn't just make meaningless whistling noises, there had to be a full script that was then spoken in their moon language.

The extra if I remember to put it up is of the Pogles and is there really only for the quote at the bottom left.