Monday we went to Notting Hill Carneval to celebrate cultural unity and diversity and all that. Except it is not true. We went there because Brendon wanted to eat caribbean food. Practically after arriving he took the first possible curry goat with some spicy craziness and ate it all. I was more selective, I was wondering around before settling with Ackee and salt fish. Was cool. And the savoury banana too. The rest was a mass of people being loud and drunk and colorfully dressed. And some very fantastic person came up with the grand idea of closing down all tube stations except Holland Park which resulted us walking to Shepherds Bush and went to see the Expendables. Brendon also had a mango cupcake. Or was it me?
Yellow ladies with purple guys
The big silver lady
Blue lady with green lady and an orange lady in the background