I Heart Crazies

London Fashion Week always bring out the crazies, like Hallowe'en or good weather. And this week, there were some pretty special ones around. Case in point, Mr. Bling. He turned up at the Nico Didonna show, and shone. Literally. There was so much bling around his neck I'm surprised he could hold it up. Coupled with several thousand chains was a metallic silver jacket and matching shoes, some pimped out shades, a knuckleduster ring on every finger and a rock in each ear the size of a golf ball. He looked like he'd walked into a jewellery store in a magnetic suit, everything stuck to him and then he walked out, still thinking "yes, I am the shit". Mr. Bling, get a clue, it's a recession. You're lucky it was Kensington you were walking around, take a stroll through South London and someone will rob you and pawn you for KFC money.


But Mr. Bling was not alone, oh no. It turns out Kensington has so many crazies it could give Camberwell a run for its money. While enjoying a salad in Pret A Manger, in walks crazy number two: Old Man Aladdin. Wearing a brown velvet turban, pea green silk scarf, ornate decorated blazer, hareem trousers and Aladdin slippers, he really was a picture, and didn't actually look that out of place among the fashion folk. Until he started to dance that is. Doing ballet moves around Pret, cappucino still firmly in hand he flicked his scarf and twirled his arms while piroeting past some tuna sandwiches, encountering some bemused looks as he went. He danced his way outside in a world of his own, calm demeanour still intact. But that all changed as he screamed at some shocked girls to give up seats. They ran off so fast that one forgot her goody bag. He then continued his vogueing in his seat, only stopping to bark like a dog at some toffs, who jumped a good three foot off the ground. Legend.