I’m a scrooge. This isn’t really news. Bah, humbug.
I don’t get into the Christmas spirit, unless by “Christmas spirit” you mean forgetting what day it is and working throughout.
But when I read about a “Satanic Anti-Christmas Flea Market” happening in East London at the weekend, I decided I had to go along. After all, Anti-Christmas? That’s the kind of spirit I can get into.
The event was smaller than I expected. Held in two rooms – the upstairs and the basement – at Bethnal Green’s Working Men’s Club, it was packed to the brim with Satanists and Scrooges.
The upstairs room was obscenely hot, making me wonder if Satan himself was smiling up at us and sending a little warmth from the Hellmouth.
I took a lot of pictures, so without further ado, here’s a glimpse into Scroogey Sanatic Anti-Christmas in London.
It was also one of those places where you overhear amazing snippets of conversation, e.g.
“My dad keeps spiders in the basement, he’s got dozens of them running loose down there.”
“Yeah, well if you get rid of the rest of the body, I can do you a deal on the skull.”
All in all, it was a fun day out. Perhaps not everybody’s cup of tea, but if you’re into taxidermy, curios, or of course Satan, you might just enjoy it.