If you missed today, you missed a lot. The park saw a scooter rebellion, a duck blockade, a dog with a career in sports sabotage, and a pub that very nearly declared war on a piece of electrified plastic. Finsbury Park is never boring. It’s got more drama than a reality show, and the soundtracks are mostly seagulls arguing.
So the next time you walk through there, tip your hat to Sir Reginald, avoid eye contact with any scooters, and for the love of all that is holy, stay away from the pub if someone starts humming “Wonderwall.” Today was a masterpiece of chaos. Tomorrow will probably involve a trespassing goose and a lost pair of trousers. Long live Finsbury Park.
