Man, what a day! Seriously, East Dulwich, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Lordship Lane for brekkie. You know, the usual—coffee and a bacon sarnie from the café. But guess what? They ran outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s breakfast, not a vegan retreat! I was fuming. I mean, who does that? I ended up with a sad avocado toast. Ugh, I hate avocados.
Then, I decided to stroll down to East Dulwich Park. It’s a lovely spot, right? Trees everywhere, kids playing, dogs chasing their tails. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and nearly takes me out! I swear, I almost lost my coffee. I yelled, “Oi! Watch where you’re going!” He just laughed and sped off. Kids these days, no respect!
After that, I thought, “Let’s hit the shops.” So, I wandered over to the Dulwich Village area. It’s all posh and stuff, with fancy boutiques and overpriced everything. I popped into a little shop on Croxted Road. Found this cute mug, but it was like £15! For a mug! I mean, it’s not made of gold, right? I put it back and walked out, feeling like I just dodged a bullet.
Then, I bumped into my mate, Sam. He’s always got some wild story. Turns out, he just got back from a trip to Brighton. He was raving about the beach and how he got sunburnt. I was like, “Mate, it’s England! How do you get sunburnt here?” We laughed, but then he dropped the bomb—he’s moving to East Dulwich! I was like, “No way! You’ll fit right in with the hipsters.”
So, we decided to grab a pint at the East Dulwich Tavern. It’s a proper local pub, you know? We’re chatting, having a laugh, and then this random guy walks in. He’s wearing a full-on suit, looking all serious. He orders a gin and tonic and starts talking about stocks and shares. I’m just sitting there, thinking, “Dude, you’re in a pub, not Wall Street!”
But then, the best part of the day happened. This band started setting up in the corner. They were all young and cool, and I thought, “This could be fun.” They started playing, and it was like magic. Everyone in the pub was vibing, singing along. I even joined in, and I can’t sing for toffee! But who cares, right?
As the night went on, I felt this wave of happiness. I mean, East Dulwich can be a bit mad, but it’s got its charm. The streets, the people, the random moments—it all just clicked. I was laughing, dancing, and for a moment, I forgot about the bacon fiasco and the kid on the bike.
But then, just as I was about to leave, I stepped in something squishy. Yup, dog poop. Seriously, East Dulwich? Can’t a person walk without a surprise? I was like, “Great, just great.”
So, I limped home, dodging the dog bombs, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. East Dulwich, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just maybe keep the bacon stocked next time, yeah?