Man owns a book shop. A book shop that doesn't get alot of business. Man lives with a lanky Welsh guy who has no boundaries. Woman needs a book. Woman likes man who sells her the book. Man and woman start a kind of fling. Problem being that Woman is ridiculously famous. Mans dopey friend makes matters worse. Woman and man have issues. Woman and man split up. Man realises he must get woman back. Woman realises she must get man back. Man and Woman get it together. And they live happily ever after..
Story sound familiar? Thats it, you got it, the film Notting Hill. To those of you who are yet to experience this feel good movie, go out right now and get it...Ah such a great movie, made back in the days when people still remembered Julia Roberts for her 'Pretty Woman' slutty come Lady days, and before Hugh Grant made it a habit to get caught shagging 'pretty women' in the back of cars.. Gotta love him all the same!
Reads - 'Coke Dealers and Whores use side door' Couldn't put it better myself
So, film in mind and Hugh Grant picture in hand, I went on a search for the man himself through the streets of Notting Hill. It was yet another beautiful spring day in London.. Perfect for a stroll.
The aptly name Alice shop.. Full of trendy and bizzare nic nacs
The antique shops are full of all my favourite things.. Quirky knic knacs, funky random pieces of furniture and crazy old biddys fossicking through it like treasure, searching for the perfect bargain to compliment the FABULOUS dresser or carved chair they bought last week.. mmm
Pastel coloured houses! Ah the pretty hill
One things I noticed was that Notting Hill has its own accent. Definately a different twang to the normal London british drawl.. more backdoor meets football field..
A bit of bold colours thrown in with the pastel on the Antiques section of Portobello road
A shop with every license plate and sign known to man.. Frikkin Fabulous!
One things I noticed was that Notting Hill has its own accent. Definately a different twang to the normal London british drawl.. more backdoor meets football field..
A bit of bold colours thrown in with the pastel on the Antiques section of Portobello road
A shop with every license plate and sign known to man.. Frikkin Fabulous!
So after a few near sightings and alot of near misses (with all the old biddies on their bikes roaring down the street) my mission was a FAIL. No Hugh
But La Cave is opening a shop there so maybe, just maybe, I will get more chances to spot him in the future... One can only dream right!
Over and out xx
No comments:
Post a Comment