I can never think of good blog titles. So sue me.

Full Frontal was excellent yesterday, learnt a whole bunch of stuff and was validated on my approach to MVC Javascript by a man getting up and giving a talk on it that described almost exactly how I’ve been coding for the last two years. Was nice to catch up with Morgan and chat to some of the Mozilla guys as well as meeting some other new people who seemed pretty good. One of our guys (I say guys, she’s a she, but that’s just how I speak) won a ChromeBook which I’d quite like to fiddle with sometime to see what it’s like.

Got the last train back from Brighton, totally forgetting the fact that by the time it got in (almost 1am) there’d be no way for me to get back from London Bridge. Bleh. So cab it was then not enough sleep.

Up early as I was supposed to be participating in/photographing a cycle ride but I left a little late. Figuring I’d probably be able to catch them up I then proceeded to be stuck at Tower Bridge, which for some inexplicable reason had been shut to traffic whilst a bunch of squaddies were filmed running over it. And then I took the wrong exit at Elephant and Castle. And then I went the wrong way from Vauxhall.

Finding myself by a closed Prince Albert Bridge I gave up at this point and proceeded to get lost in West London.

Paused for thought on Kings Road. It’s like another world there. A rich white world. The only people of colour I could see anywhere near me were orange and it was their own fault. These are the 1%. I stopped and parked my bike, heading for the market I could see. Was hungry and wanted something nibbly.Empty people everywhere. Really soulless. Very very weird experience. So I wandered through the market and saw my first black person. Manning a Carribean food stall next to some oriental people manning their Thai food stall. It’s so not anything like the real world we live in. Bought some thai green curry. £5.50 and possibly the worst I’ve ever had, carrots in Thai curry? And I don’t think it had ever even seen a coconut. Walked past a table in the courtyard, an older woman sat there silently sobbing to herself. Everyone was just walking past her.  I was shocked, do these people have no feelings at all? I headed back to see if I could do anything, at which point I saw my second black person, a woman who had sat opposite her, hands in her hands, trying to talk to her and comfort her.

So that’s the Big Society, huh? Free commercially sponsored gallery, overpriced food and happy to ignore everyone who might challenge your way of life/thought.

Seriously guys. Go Occupy Chelsea. It’s like a bubble, a bubble that pushes the rest of humanity down. A bubble that really needs to be burst.