SHOOT BRIXTON

Shoot Brixton u ask? Don't take it too literally. I didn't go around SW9 wielding a gun of some kind as a result of my recent troubles. Instead take it, in a visual sense.
So my sister convinced me to take part in a very unusual treasure hunt. I think that's what it was? I think? So it was; up early on a Saturday (a very dull, wet and gloomy Saturday.) meet Gizzur and a long drive to SW. After a coffee and a smokes it was off to registration and a team talk in "Plan B". Only after I had received my starter pack did I realise what i had gotten myself into. 9 clues each leading to a particular place in Brixton, and our task was to solve these clues and snap up some pretty snazzy pictures of these places. However it wasn't about just solving the clues, but more about being thoughtful and artistic. 5 hours we were given to complete this task. Deadline at 5pm, and boy was my brain stalling. I mean blank. I needed inspiration... and quick.
It might have been the smell of fish in the market, or the idea of having to throw a little flounder about in the air that woke me. I eventually got my brain up to 2nd gear and we were doing great. We were on a roll. From paper boat hats, to a rabbi resembling an Australian. From fishes crossing the street to a potatoe on a skateboard. GREAT STUFF! I've never had so much fun running around in the rain, aimlessly at times. I mean we were SOAKED.
5pm struck and it was back to base with a the 9 chosen pictures. "I hope we win one clue at least." No such luck though. Couldn't even believe some of the pictures that the judges picked to win. I was like, "I took one of those." What a shame? And to top it all off my beautiful new digital SLR could only take so much of the rain, and after enduring a puddle it caught a cold and died shortly. Thank God for warranty ey?
On the whole it was a fantastic day out. Maybe because I hadn't really gone out to enjoy myself for a while. Or because I was out with a good friend, an evil sister, and a complete stranger. (Hi serieta, ur not a stranger anymore) or maybe it was just good to have a bit of unusualness in my life. Something different to do. Something off the wall. To me it was exactly that. Sign me up to the next one I say. God damned judges and their crap taste. I mean a potatoe on a skateboard? On a skateboard?? Come on??? Why I'll show them!