7 Goodgymmers leapfrogged through the streets of Wood Green, leafleting for the incoming Noel Park Summer Festival.

Kudos corner

Big noise for Sheril who joined us for her first task and fitted in like a natural. Come again!

Don't Lose Any Fingers In The Flaps

Our Goodgymmers congregated nice and early in Russell Park to collect a mammoth pile of leaflets to be delivered in Wood Green.

Leading the charge was leafleting-anarchist Julie who straight away set off in regaling us stories of friends losing fingers through letter flaps while trying to get rid of leaflets every which way except actually delivering them.

Latoya, Sheril, and Mark very wisely decided to take the opposite side of the road, while Sarah and Paul had to endure the constant reminders of missing digits.

We bumped into some regulars along the way, and even engaged in a bit of community engagement, trying to drum up some business for the festival.

After around an hour, we had delivered well over 400 leaflets in this very warm evening. Probably even 450 if we count the ones Julie put through Paul's letterbox. (Jokes)

No fingers were harmed in the making of this report.

IT'S OUR BIRTHDAY NEXT WEEK - COME!

5 Goodgymmers wiped the slate clean, so to speak, as they helped the Friends of Russell Park get some boards ready for the Noel Park Festival later this month

Tabula Rasa

As the Noel Park Community gets ready for their festival later this month, we were asked to help them get an army of boards ready for the big day.

Armed with white and black chalkboard paint, we were trusted to repaint all the boards without spilling any paint on the floors of the children centre that was hosting us for the evening. Big gulp.

The weather was pleasantly wintry at around 24 degrees compared to the previous few days so all our Goodgymmers were in a happy mood.

Now, picture the scene. Our Mark, happy to have been assigned re-whiting a white board, was almost in a state of zen, applying wide brushstrokes to the wood. A wonderful state of mindfulness that nothing could possibly disturb. Or so you would think. Enter the ruffian.

We won't name the hirsute and loud Goodgymmer but for some reason, this idiot decided to open a pot of black paint right next to Mark's masterpiece with predictable results: a big bad spotifying of black specks all over the white board.

To be fair, Mark took it quite well and only shot the unnamed hirsute Goodgymmer the occasional death stare.

By 8pm, all boards were ready for new artwork to go in them just in time for the festival. Boom.

Join us next Wednesday for a spot of flyering fun.