Sunday 5-10 - the stall

This was the day of the very first More tea, vicar? A monthly afternoon event organised by our cousin Sarah. Free admission to a gig with vintage clothes stalls, board games and most importantly, a cupcake stall. Sarah had invited Dani to sell her baked goods and Dani had happily accepted.

The night before we had done the baking. The count was 56 cupcakes.

• A quarter in vanilla with amazing red icing and heart candy
• A quarter in chocolate with white milk bottle lollies
• Half in peanut butter with choc coated peanuts on top

Everything looked amazing, ready in white boxes. The only problem was the rain. Of all the days for a downpour, this was the worst. We covered the boxes in garbage bags, making then almost impossible to carry with umbrellas. We tried bag combinations for a while before finding a large bag to put them all in. Iced baked goods must be one of the most awkward items to carry. The boxes can't tounch the top or side of each cupcake and must be kept carefully upright to stop sliding. Also, 56 cupcakes start to get heavy after a while.

We got to the tube station to find, once again in our hour of need, that the station was out of order for the day. Grrr. So in the rain we dragged our bags over to the bus stop and rode it to our intended tube change over. Then we caught the tube up to Balham. Outside we found even more rain. Against the wind we walked until we found the hotel.

The event was in a room at the back of a busy pub. But what a room! A huge round space that went up 2 stories and had a roof like a circus tent. The first floor had arches. The second floor had railings interspaced with some kind of family crests. On one side was the stage. Every surface was speckled by blue light from an enormous disco ball.





The stall was set up with purple paper and lollies.



Dani's cupcakes sold really well. The vanilla were the first to go.



The peanut butter were the last to go, mostly because there were so many of them.



The bands were all amazing. First was the Fancy Toys. A British guy and a French guy.





Then a 13 girl played 2 songs. She had more talent and charisma than most women. The room was silent while she played, attention only on her. Next was the Jackboots, who I thing will be huge.



The host Anthony Moore started and finished the music. He started with guitar and moved to keyboard. He said that he played guitar in the band (Cutting Crew) that played Died in Your Arms Tonight. Then he played the song on keyboard. Except that apparently he plays it and tells his story every single time he plays a gig. He just has to keep reminding everyone.



After the gig had finished we chatted to some of the musicians for a while before heading back. The rain had cleared. Dinner was instant noodles, to which we added oven veggies. We ended the night watching Secretary and drinking wine with the girls in the flat.