The Camden Market Free Art Man 9th May 2026

Rest in Peace G Boy. There was a memorial on Camden Lock bridge yesterday for him, one of the people who'd regularly gather there. Who I remember most for coming over to my display one day with multi-coloured spikes superglued to his shiny bald head and showing me his bottle of super-corrosive liquid dissolve through the base of an empty beer can. I don't know if he ever got round to it, but his plan was to use it to make some public artworks with. We will miss you G Boy.
On the same day, a lady tells me in her interview how she recovered from a car crash two months after being pronounced dead. Now she's walking round Camden Market after doctors said she would never walk, see or hear again.
On the same day, I see a couple of the men who congregate on the other side of the bridge berate a street preacher an inch from his face for making no more noise than they do every day. One of them had the decency, at least, to apologise afterwards. The other, who I had to physically stop from damaging the preacher's equipment, thankfully disappeared soon afterwards. I won't be having anything more to do with him before he apologises too.
From the most admirable of people to the most pathetic. From how fragile life can seem to how resilient, all in one day!