Good times...

I can be known for being quite a committed misanthrope, but even I admit there's really nothing quite like making merry with a thousand others in the streets. Despite the beer I managed to take some photos, so here are some of the shots I found in my bag after the meander home.

I think I gave most of the Polaroids away on the day, but that's what it's best for - it feels terribly cruel to take a photo of someone, show them, then pocket it and walk off... And it's such a joyous antidote to the soul sucking of a million digital cameras.

Ps, I've given away a few more Polas today and already feel that default misanthropy fading.

Pps, We - or maybe I really mean I - should do this kind of thing more often.

A good old fashioned piss up on the street.

I went to a street party yesterday. You know... one of those things we used to do in the old days when we didn't play twitter and facebook. I made some new friends and got drunk with some old ones. Perfect. I'll get round to scanning these at some point, I guess, but in the meantime here's a glimpse of the fun we had in the sun.