Camden Market

As I usually do on Saturdays I went for a walk and ended up in Camden Market, only about 30 minutes from my flat.




















This street is a short walk from the beginnings of Camden Town in North London. It's long been a popular place for artists and musicians.



The areas bordering Camden are both wealthy and, er, far from wealthy.




The area is, as Wikipedia puts it, "well-known for its markets, liberal attitude and associations with popular culture."



Camden Market is a collection of several markets. This is the Camden Lock Market, established in 1974. It sells food, clothes, jewelery, games, toys, and a lot more. There isn't very much mass-produced stuff. Many stall owners make whatever they sell.




The canal runs right to the market.



The canal goes from the market to Regent's Park and walking along it is a great way to spend an hour or so.





The food on hand is awesome. Huge bubbling plates of curries, thin-crust pizza made by Italians, Caribbean stew, Polish perogies, sushi, and more.




Camden Stables Market is attached to Camden Lock Market. Stables is a mix of indoor and outdoor stalls, with a heavy dose of Goth-subculture present throughout.




Part of the market used to be a Horse Hospital that cared for horses injured pulling canal barges.








The market's back alleys are packed with all sorts of shops.






















Now it's just a pretty good place to walk around and buy an antique piano, or ironic t-shirt.










In all Camden's market areas, the idea seems to be to keep control in the hands of the community artists/traders and away from big businesses.

The Recession Hits Everyone

Poor London policemen. First they wouldn't let them have guns. Now they took away their cars.

Stop-gap Posting

I keep on teaching and the kids keep on kid-ing. There's not much new to report. I'm thinking about just posting a lot more pictures from around London. In the spirit of that idea, I will make sure to take more pictures. Also, I'll post a few right now as a temporary measure.




Really? This was the best name they could think of for a church youth group?




The entrance to the Tate Gallery. I didn't go in, but just hung around. I was stalking the guy who drew Pink Floyd's album covers. Eventually I met and interviewed him.





My flatmate had me over to his uncle's house for lunch. A retired French special forces soldier, the man's "art" is displayed throughout the backyard.




I asked him "What's this?" He looked at me as if I was a little slow and said "It's an axe."





He also suggested I buy this house because, hey, that's what the sign suggests.

Imperial War Museum

I have a week off due to the schooling system here. To be honest, I'd rather work, but a vacation is a vacation. As I'm trying to save money I'm hitting all the free things London has to offer. One such attraction is the Imperial War Museum. In fact, most of London's museums are free. At least the best ones are. Go figure.

(please remember all pictures can be clicked on for larger versions)



It would take a better man than me to explain everything in this museum. I can say that there was a huge amount of authentic items from V2 rockets to colonial kitsch.











These guys are representations of the world's major powers in WW1.








It goes without saying (though I'll say it anyway) that everything behind these glass windows is authentic. Reminds me of a sketch show I just saw. Two Nazis are sitting around in a bunker and one says to the other:







"Fritz? You think we might be on the wrong side?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well it's our hats."
"Our hats? What about them?"
"Well, it's just that...they have skulls on them."
"Right."
"Well, aren't skulls for the bad guys?"
"Hmmmmm..."



(see, that's what I'm talking about)





A real Enigma machine. Basically, the Germans had this machine which would send and receive coded messages that seemed impossible to decipher. Eventually, through extreme effort on the part of the British, the codes were cracked and the Enigma was defeated. There's a movie about it, simply named Enigma. Also Mick Jagger is said to own one of the machines, so if you happen to see him you might be able to have a look.




OK, I really should have spent more time on this one. First of all, it's a real Molotov cocktail. But that just means a glass bottle filled with gas that's lit on fire. Why didn't this one explode? Secondly, it says that it's Finnish. What were the Fins up to? What section was this in? Bah, this shouldn't be here.







I'll just keep quiet about this one.



















As the Japanese conquered locations in WW2 they began to issue their own currency.





Old-school Mahjong pieces.





There was a small section on Indonesia's role in WW2.






There are hobbies, and then...



















This particular model was really interesting because of that thing on his chest. I'm really interested to know if anyone has any idea what it might be. Looks like a radio but I'm not sure.




















Finished up the day with a walk over the Thames and through the general Westminster area. Ended up in Chinatown/Soho and walked back home. Took about two hours but was fun to see how the city changed from busy downtown to the suburbs.

Of course, there was a pub on nearly every corner.

Leaving Behind Work

The thing about being a supply teacher is that you need to be left with work. Initially it might sound good to have a job where you walk in at nine in the morning and you have been left absolutely nothing to do. But having been left nothing to do, and having nothing to do are two different things.

Kids sense weakness. They know when their teachers are unsure about plans. When 30 kids come into a room and I don’t have every minute of the day mapped out, I will lose control of the class very quickly. Many kids will jump at the opportunity to act up, lie, cause trouble, or be cruel to others.

This happened to me twice last week. The second time was fine because the kids were young and I had some work I found on a desk. I got to the school early enough to plan out a post-recess lesson where the kids got to write a story. They were also a really well-behaved class and I only had them for the morning.

The other class was far different. It was my first time at the school. It seemed to be in a good neighborhood, but the kids were pretty troubled. I had kids with behavioral difficulties and one with what I suspect was ADHD. The teacher laid out a plan that, on first glance, seemed to cover the day. But every time I got to a new lesson I found that it lasted only five minutes…for an hour block. The morning crawled along with an enormous amount of tension in the room.

By noon one kid had lost it in the playground and had punched another in the mouth. He was sent home. The school had seven supply teachers that day and had to call a special assembly so that the headteacher (principal) could bawl out all the students – from grades two through six – for their attitudes. Immediately after lunch I had to kick two kids out of the room because no amount of logic, reasoning, posturing, negotiating, yelling, or threatening would make them listen to a single word I said. Once they left, things got marginally better.

I hadn’t had to kick kids out of the room yet, but it had to be done on that day. To save the majority of the class I needed to remove the disrespectful students. I did it as professionally as I could, but I wish it could have been done another way. Those two kids missed out and I know they weren’t bad kids. But I gave them enough chances.

As other teachers have said to me, some days just don’t go well. The important part of being a teacher is to shrug those days off and start fresh the next morning. You can’t really do this job otherwise.

Those funny little...

(the above picture shows one of my classes and an ex-pro footballer who came in to do a charity thing with the kids. As part of the charity drive, the kids got to kick a ball at the net which recorded the ball's speed on the LCD at the top. Of course, they loved it.)

On Thursday alone there was a wealth of funny things the kids said.

I gave out an assignment where the kids had to write a diary entry. They had been recording being whisked back in time to ancient Egypt for seven days. One seven-year-old beckoned me over.
“Mr. B.,” he said, “can we do more than seven days?”
“Hmmm well, why do you ask?”
“Because back in time I could make a lot of money,” he said and began to smile. “I was a moneymaker.”
“I see. OK, well how long were you thinking of?”
He stared straight ahead and his smile got bigger. “Twelve days.”
I looked around as if checking nobody could hear us and whispered, “OK, let’s do it.”
He was very happy.

Same class, same assignment: again a hand goes up. A kid asks me to look over his diary which says: “This land was boring…just like my wife!”
His eyes went huge and he had to put a hand over his mouth to stop laughing.

Different class, same school. Kids were asked how to prove different pictures were either plants or animals. Common answers included: “This has wings, so it is an animal. This has roots, so it is a plant.”

In regards to a picture of an old man, one girl cheerfully wrote: “This is an animal because it’s a person, and all people are the lambs of God.”

Animal Cruelty

This is hardly fair. Where is my dog supposed to go? Moreover, how is he supposed to get the lunch rush taken care of?