And the beat goes on:
I'm posting from the Fruit and Stuff Cafe in Islington again.
I went to a Life Drawing class that was in the same street as the dodgy Gothic Club I went to on Saturday night, and I missed my window of opportunity to blog in Leytonstone, so here I am.
The other main reason I couldn't blog in Leytonstone was that I spent the whole day working. At Hachette and Filipacchi again.
Lugging stuff up and down in the lift. Moving around Macintoshes (seriously, this is the most Mac Heavy office block I have every seen).
Plugging stuff in and laying network cable. (Headlines "Jason Has Been Laying Cable at Office Full of Hot Chicks!")
The like.
After work I tried to find an open art supply store, instead finding a nice square somewhere deep in Soho. Among other stuff.
I finally found a Art shop but I had missed it by 8 minutes.
So I did the Life drawing class with my A4 sketchbook and the sketchy pencils I bought at WH Smith. Scratchy pieces of crap that they were.
The life drawing model was some kind of hellish looking East European scrag. Believe me, I've met some really hot east European girls since I have been here in London, and she wasn't one of them. The exception that proves the rule is false. Or something.
Anyways, I still sketched away and I am glad that I went, even if everyone else in the room left me for dead.
Next door was this arty cafe attached to the Life Drawing Class, two stories up in the building. Some kind of Apparment converted to an Art Studio converted to a Cafe. It was cool. In a city full of sterile chain cafes and hideous grimy holes of depravity, it was a nice oasis of flavour that didn't taste like piss.
It actually reminded me of the Three Monkeys in Brisbane. They were playing hot Jazz and serving cold lemonade. It was cool.
Back to the Life Drawing class and the model was yawning and twitching her way through the rest of the class. Still, as Dodgy as the model was the Teacher was good.
And I caught a girl on the other side of the room checking me out. (Vanity!)
Last night I went to the Today is the Day show at the Garage. Ran into my friend Dan and his Girlfriend.
TITD were good, at least I think they were. Because I was up the front and all I could hear was Steve Austin's guitar drowning out everything else. No Drums or Bass in the fold back.
I went to the back of the hall for the last song, and it actually made sense.
But I do actually feel like the highlight of the night for me were a Portugese band called Ximel and the Northern Sludgers Charger. Charger were heavy as fuck. There is no other way to put it.
Took a bus back to Oxford Street and then the N8 back to Leytonstone. It was all good.
Best news I have Today: I am working tomorrow!
Yay. More money to go into the rent fund.
And with that I will go home and wash some clothes so that I have something to wear to work tomorrow.
Over and Out.
And Two points for Gus for coming up with Ellen DeGeneres as a Jewish Lesbian.
I went to a Life Drawing class that was in the same street as the dodgy Gothic Club I went to on Saturday night, and I missed my window of opportunity to blog in Leytonstone, so here I am.
The other main reason I couldn't blog in Leytonstone was that I spent the whole day working. At Hachette and Filipacchi again.
Lugging stuff up and down in the lift. Moving around Macintoshes (seriously, this is the most Mac Heavy office block I have every seen).
Plugging stuff in and laying network cable. (Headlines "Jason Has Been Laying Cable at Office Full of Hot Chicks!")
The like.
After work I tried to find an open art supply store, instead finding a nice square somewhere deep in Soho. Among other stuff.
I finally found a Art shop but I had missed it by 8 minutes.
So I did the Life drawing class with my A4 sketchbook and the sketchy pencils I bought at WH Smith. Scratchy pieces of crap that they were.
The life drawing model was some kind of hellish looking East European scrag. Believe me, I've met some really hot east European girls since I have been here in London, and she wasn't one of them. The exception that proves the rule is false. Or something.
Anyways, I still sketched away and I am glad that I went, even if everyone else in the room left me for dead.
Next door was this arty cafe attached to the Life Drawing Class, two stories up in the building. Some kind of Apparment converted to an Art Studio converted to a Cafe. It was cool. In a city full of sterile chain cafes and hideous grimy holes of depravity, it was a nice oasis of flavour that didn't taste like piss.
It actually reminded me of the Three Monkeys in Brisbane. They were playing hot Jazz and serving cold lemonade. It was cool.
Back to the Life Drawing class and the model was yawning and twitching her way through the rest of the class. Still, as Dodgy as the model was the Teacher was good.
And I caught a girl on the other side of the room checking me out. (Vanity!)
Last night I went to the Today is the Day show at the Garage. Ran into my friend Dan and his Girlfriend.
TITD were good, at least I think they were. Because I was up the front and all I could hear was Steve Austin's guitar drowning out everything else. No Drums or Bass in the fold back.
I went to the back of the hall for the last song, and it actually made sense.
But I do actually feel like the highlight of the night for me were a Portugese band called Ximel and the Northern Sludgers Charger. Charger were heavy as fuck. There is no other way to put it.
Took a bus back to Oxford Street and then the N8 back to Leytonstone. It was all good.
Best news I have Today: I am working tomorrow!
Yay. More money to go into the rent fund.
And with that I will go home and wash some clothes so that I have something to wear to work tomorrow.
Over and Out.
And Two points for Gus for coming up with Ellen DeGeneres as a Jewish Lesbian.
posted by the.exile at 8:52 pm
4 Comments:
Hey... wasn't it originally THREE points to Gus? Someone's getting stiffed out of the points deal...
It's three points for a corner shot.
Identifying a Jewish Lesbian is only two points.
Didn't I PDF you the Rules?
Edit: I thought that was Gus, hence the PDFing the rules bit.
Didn't mean to sound bitchy, especially to the only reader I have that isn't a blood relative.
Edit again:
I just re-read the Comments:
D'Oh! It was Three points!
In my defence, I was exhausted when I wrote that last post, and I'm even more exhausted now.
Missing point re-awarded to Gus.
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