Dollars To Pounds: Not In Notting Hill
- story THE FADER
Unlike my comrade Prancehall, I’m lucky enough never to have been sprayed with CS gas or witnessed women bottling each other at the Notting Hill Carnival. I have, however, been pinned against a wall by a surging crowd and forced to endure an appalling funky house soundsystem while the man next to me pissed messily into an empty Red Stripe can. That memory, along with the fact that I have a healthy phobia of West London at the best of times, made it easy to forgo Carnival for another exciting edition of occasional outdoor urban rave-up, Secretsundaze. So while the rozzers in Portobello seemed genuinely baffled as to why their “proactive” stop-and-search tactics culminated in a mini-riot, (er…) the photo above shows the Secretsundaze task force getting more into the spirit of their surroundings. That guy is a real copper, right?
