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Newsletter Issue 1 - 7th September 1998 |
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weather An old lady who is a neighbour of mine recently commented about it finally being the right sort of weather to be able to sit out in the garden. And she's right. The summer started slowly, with changeable weather in July, but it changed to nice and warm in the second part of August. On some days, we had the temperature reaching 28C (82F). It was a great time for barbecues, particularly since the local supermarket, Sainsbury's started to sell delicious sausages. Spicy Cajun, sold at a special promotional price at £1.60 per pound was my family favourite, together with jacket potatoes, corn on the cob and Chilean red for my father. We had a treat!
Another fantastic Notting Hill
Carnival Princess Di Anniversary Around Ken. & Chelsea The first case of road rage amongst those who are supposed to keep law and order in our beautiful borough has been reported. Some cynics may say where else BUT in Kensington. A traffic warden called Terry Darius was trying to ticket an unmarked police car parked in front of Chelsea police station. The driver, Police Constable David Hull was rightfully enraged, but the traffic warden would not back down. PC Hull therefore then ticketed the warden's nearby scooter, which was parked on a yellow line. The case went to court, where it was established that PC Hull was in the right and the traffic warden in the wrong. But in the end, the judge resolved that the whole case was trivial and should not have been brought in front of his Honour. One of the hottest restaurants in London is that co-owned by controversial artist Damien Hirst. Pharmacy in Notting Hill Gate is a regular spot visited by famous people, including Rod Stewart and footballer Paul Gascoigne (N.B. this was before he was dropped from the England squad...). The window display is that of a proper pharmacy, filled with assorted pill boxes and medicines. This apparently confused some, who brought their prescriptions to be processed there. The British Pharmaceutical Society waved a big stick at the restaurant and demanded they change their name. The ever resourceful Mr. Hirst rearranged the letters from the old sign, and the restaurant now has the name Achy Ramp. What's wrong with Hacy Pram? Or what about Army Chap? Or has anyone got a better idea? |