an old punk rock roost, camden town offers many cheap thrills; piercing shops, tattoo parlors, fake leather emporiums and crappy weed pipe stores. beyond that, they also boast a somewhat stagnant punk rock scene, and consequent slight-hipster scene. oh and 1 tube stop. tonights events involve the later. yemi was a character that initially approached my parents in budapest, asking for a picture of him and the surroundings; my parents (the quickfooted thinkers they are) deftly passed on the task to me, a like-aged fellow, so that we might bond and have something in common to talk about. (thankfully, this technique was similarly employed when two american hotties requested of them, similar.) any who, it turned out that yemi and i both lived in london town and, as we later decided, should hang out some time. your anticipation of that some time being today is correct. we did normal things, talked of girls, discussed musical editing techniques on cakewalk and generally had a good time. on the way to where the roads split, we passed this shiny reflective ball thing and i took this shot.