Bloody Journalists
Saturday, October 17th, 2009
Pardon my French. But journalists do like to stir. And the journalists on the Islington Gazette are no different. According to one of their recent stories, everyone was up in arms about the launch of the British Street Food Awards at Whitecross Street Market in Islington because the event was “private”. Of course it was PRIVATE — it was a private launch. For journalists, who were (hopefully) going to write about it. So I didn’t invite along the market traders. Or my friend Alan. Or my Mum. That’s torn it. If my Mum finds out, I’m in trouble.

September 2009 saw the launch of the British Street Food Awards at Whitecross Street Market in London. It was one heck of a job getting the banner there on the tube. Can I just say — do you have any idea how much a banner costs? I didn’t. This one (and I did a bit of comparative shopping beforehand) came in at just over £150. So no wonder I’m holding it up for all the world to see. Which created a bit of a problem for Antony, who didn’t have his heels on. It was the culmination of a lot of hard work — and the beginning of a lot more.
