It’s amazing isn’t it, the ability to live up just up the road from something quite fun and amazing and NEVER visit it. Us Londoners are skilled at this – we have all these museums and theatres and parks and statues in our wonderful capital and never bother our arses to explore even a tenth of what’s on offer. Too lazy. Ha! And so it was thus with West Norwood Feast, a massive street market that I’d heard loads of good things about, selling all manner of PIES and TRINKETS, which was just 20 minutes’ walk away from my sofa. I finally staggered over there last weekend. Very happy that I did, it was ace. Here’s what I wrote about it for The Londonist…