It was exciting, at Ikea the other day, to see new balls being delivered to the ballroom. An old friend of mine worked in the kid’s zone at Ikea a number of years ago and told stories about children too excited about the balls to bother getting out to go to the washroom so finding POOP in them was very commonplace. Apparently each store has 2 sets of balls, one that’s in use, one that’s being cleaned.
Still. Gross.
Did you know the Big Bop is closing it’s doors? I guess it is. Old news, for some, but I hadn’t really clued in until this past Thursday when I was waiting for the Bathurst streetcar and saw the sign.
Looks weird, stripped down like that. I never really hung out there much, not even in my 2 concerts/week heyday. But still. RIP, Big Bop.
The moon looked great the other night. Round and bright.
Then, because I had my camera-ok, my phone-out, I took a picture of the strip club/church around the corner from my house. I love it.
No, wait, I hate it. There’s always someone outside the church handing out tracts. I find them strewn all down Bloor Street. I hate litter, and it’s his fault.
I guess they called it Paradise on purrrrpose. Wowza.
Ditto the WOWZA about the Big Bop!
Well, as far as the Big Bop goes, just so long as they put in a NICE big box furniture store to usurp yet another venue where local up and coming bands play, it’s good by me.
Or. Wait. No! Bad, it’s baaa-aa-aaaad.
The evangelical church, which, while I disagree wholeheartedly with organized religion in general, does a Wednesday night community dinner which I am considering volunteering for.
Ari says about Paradise “It’s the place where ladies dance without clothes.” How’d she know that??!
Maybe the moving nude exterior lighting?
The poop thing is true. There are also a lot of diapers in those giant bins of those big yellow bags that you shop around in….choose a cart!
GAAAAAHHH!! Poop in the yellow bags? BLARGH!
What?! I am mouth agape, jaw droppingly grossed out! Poop in the ball pit? I get grossed out enough by all the anonymous hair clumps in places like that, but the thought of my daughter happily chewing on a plastic ball with some other kid’s crap dried on there…well, I will never be able to let her play at Ikea and she will never know why.
Also, I miss the bathurst street car.
Laura, streetcars do, indeed, have their charms-but I prefer the Spadina car. Bathurst car is slow and irregular and I’ve given up waiting outside Dee’s many times, speed walking to the subway instead.
I’m curious about what small town in England you live in. My family’s from Dover-ish.
I live in Shoreham-by-sea which i lovely and everything you want in a small picturesque town where one is raising a child. A part of my heart, however, will forever be stuck in the mold infested walls of the grossly neglected, multi-roommate inhabiting house on Markham street where I lived in my previous life. Oh to be a stone’s throw from Honest Ed’s dust encrusted oddities and sniffing distance from the roasty aroma of the Moonbean cafe.
We are not too far from Dover, tis ’bout an hour’s drive to the east of us.
Well, Laura, looking on google maps, I’d say that where you live looks pretty amazing. While I haven’t been there, exactly, I took the train from London to Cornwall a few years ago and got to see a lot of the Southern coast of England and it’s all very beautiful.
When I lived near Honest Ed’s I was there a lot but as soon as I moved away from that ‘hood, I lost all interest in it.
It is the loveliest of lovelies here as far as scenery goes. However, I find the rampant prejudice and racism a la 1950s taints the beauty for me somewhat.
And I suppose you are right. I don’t miss Honest Ed’s nearly as much as I miss Ted’s Collision on college street.