This week I went to Kempton and I bought:

One very fine bag.

Two big shiny balls.

(I got a little preoccupied with the fact you can't photograph a bauble without capturing yourself.)

One teapot shaped tea cosy.

And three school slates, very dirty.

I also saw one man asleep with a towel on his face.

And another with a plastic bag on his head.

And I ate an egg and cress sandwich.

Kempton is such a funny fair to do because you have to get there at about 2am then people sleep in their vans until it opens. So if you step out for a wee you have to walk through this barren misty landscape strewn with vehicles full of corpses.

Anyway, until next time . . .