Grey

We took an anarchy bus to the Clapham Picturehouse to see What We Did on our Holiday, which was wonderful. However, I think more people in the audience should have thought that the rogue ostrich was as funny as I thought it to be (my loud guffaws of laughter vs silent cinema) every time it made an appearance. The young actors were so tremendous.

The anarchy bus had three stand-offs near Clapham North with cars that would not move for it. They should have known not to stand down an anarchy bus - this species always wins. Sure enough, the cars had to drive on the pavement to move around it. We'd got to the stage of Saturday evening when folk in large vehicles cruise the streets. It doesn't look so cool when they're faced down by a single decker on a narrow street.

Clapham in the evening was really edgy. Fred and I decided that we were either feeling our age or maybe we never liked this too-drunk, too-busy scene. It's been a long time since I'd walked through Clapham on a weekend night - it wasn't nice. Too many people fired up on alcohol and itching for a fight, or so it seemed.