Havana to Brick Lane

Firstly to just quickly answer the two questions in the comments of my last post - no, the snow you see in the last post with my footprints in it was gone by midday, and there has been no snow since to try the mountain bike in. Having ridden (if ‘riding’ can be constituted as skidding and sliding) in the snow on the thin tyres of my singlespeed bike and survived, I’d be far more confident on the mountain bike. So I reckon I'd be fine...

Speaking of my singlespeed bike, I’ve just returned from a relaxing day down Brick Lane where the bike has been serviced at Brick Lane Bikes. No booking needed, you just drop it off between 9-11am and they give you a call when it’s ready to pick up. You can’t leave it there overnight either.
So after dropping it off it was time to head along brick lane, which is rather colourful in spots (as you can see in this mural of ‘Mighty Monkey’). I passed the Rootmaster Café, which is actually an old Routemaster double-decker bus with the kitchen downstairs and the seating and tables upstairs, an in the nearby surrounds. I ended up just round the corner from here in Café1001 (see the wall mural). A groovy café where I grabbed some lunch and a coffee and settled into one of the armchairs with the book ‘The Philosopher and the Wolf’. For eleven years a philosophy lecturer and a wolf co-existed (he never really owned him despite buying him as a cub), and this is their story of life together and all the lessons that the wolf taught him. A very interesting read so far with some interesting observations as the two of them were together for almost every minute of those eleven years. Yes, Brenin (the wolf) even attended all the lectures.

Anyway, you’re not reading this for a book review. You may recall (from my last post) the reason for the trip to Camden Market and the white clothing purchased.
The Havana party was a great night out. It began with a few drinks in the pub after work with some workmates - including a couple of rounds of “golf”, before heading off to Tim n Sam’s place for the White party. I had a few detours to find the required entry ticket of a bottle of Club Havana (yep, you’re thinking is right if you’ve just realised where the ‘Havana’ part of the Havana Party comes from). Eventually finding one it was off to the party.
A top night meeting some new folks and catching up with some from both the previous Havana party, as well as the Bushfire Relief Fundraiser. The DJ pumped the music, the lights did their thing while the projector ran James Bond films all night (I don't know) and the Havana flowed. It was certainly well attended, and nearly everyone made the effort to wear all white. Funnily enough, I would have expected at least one tennis player and a few nurses, but there were none. Some arabs and togas, as well as cricketers and just folk in general white clothes. As you can see, part of my effort (below) was the only one with the sunnies and that style of hat. The sunnies went round, but funnily enough (again) no one took the hat, which I honestly expected to lose at some stage of the night (and early morning). And if you have a suggestion for just when I could use the sunnies, hat or white jeans again, then be my guest!

It was a very cruisey and ‘relaxed’ Saturday and Sunday that followed.

Oh, and Congratulations to [you know who you are] for [you know what].
;)