Yesterday I...
Yesterday I called my agency at nine and Mum and Dad called me from Elmer, to meet me at Oxford Circus at 12.
Then I slipped into a coma, waking up with a start at 1215.
FUCK!
So I send Dad a message saying I had to do unavoidable stuff at the flat, there in an hour, and jumped in the shower.
Thankfully the tube gods smiled on this day and I got a clear run to Oxford Circus, arriving at 1315.
Not great but because I had messaged ahead Mum and Dad had used the time to look in Waterstones and therefore weren't pissed off.
Yay.
Then we got something to eat at Garfunkel's again (this time a different one) and me and Mum went to Foyles on Charing Cross Road while Dad checked stuff at the Mac Shop.
First I took Mum to the Borders, if only to show her that Borders are the same around the world.
Then we went to Foyles. Mum had told me that she wanted to buy me a couple of books, since I can never afford to get books myself. So I found a great book about Sound Design, but I couldn't find the really good book about Software Synthesizers that I had found the other day in Waterstones.
Frustration!
Mum did tell me that if I wanted I could get the big, fat book of Rock Posters.
Dad rendez-vous'd with us at two thirty and we wandered through the pouring rain to get to the tube, which took us to Knightsbridge.
Dad had promised Mum that we would go to Harrods. Mum hasn't been to Harrods since she lived in London.
So we went to Harrods. I was happy to be hanging out with Mum and Dad, but being led around a Department store isn't my idea of fun, especially when I had to be the middle point between Dad striding and Mum dawdling.
Fortunately we only spent about two hours there. I looked for some jeans but I couldn't find any that were specifically worth paying for. They all seemed to hip and chic for the likes of me, anyway.
After that we took the tube to Victoria, where I let Mum and Dad catch the train back to Elmer.
Feeling a little despondant, I took the Victoria Line back to Oxford Circus, but instead of changing to the Central Line I jumped up to street level and went to Waterstones, where I bought the two books I really wanted:
The Software Synth Book and the Rock Poster Book.
Both really good books.
I took the next tube to Leytonstone, nearly dying of heat exhaustion on the journey. For some reason I have been feeling really tense and wired the last few days. I mentioned the panic attacks? I've also been getting headaches, sore muscles etc. Probably due to disturbances in my sleeping patterns and underlying anxiety about a couple of things. And carrying heavy bags places.
Anyways, I stopped in for half an hour to check my email, got back to the flat, dropped the books and had a quick bite to eat.
Then I grabbed my A3 sketchpad, the graphite sticks and rushed to the Life Drawing class in Angel, aware that the best I could hope for (running late as I was) was to get in just after the 8pm break.
Climbing the stairs I reached into my pocket for my dilapidated leather change pouch and the damn thing gave way, dropping coins all over the wooden stairs in a clatter. Smooth.
I managed to slip into the classroom, throw my six pounds on the table at the door and find a place on the floor.
The model this week was a stunning girl of about 21, lean but curved with a tattoo of a swallow on her right hip at the back. Since I had missed all the short poses, the whole time she was lying on her side with her back to me, stretched out.
Damn she was beautiful.
Not having had any time to warm up, my drawings for that class were pretty sketchy (har har). But I'm still glad I went.
Next door at Electrowerks there was some kind of Punk gig going on with some bands from Sweden, Belgium etc.
I paid five pounds to get in, but it took me one look around the near empty room and half of the first song but some fat old punks from Belgium to realise I had made a terrible mistake.
Besides, I was tired and the guitar was unnecessarily trebly.
I wandered out and up the street to the pub where I went that time last week and had the bowl of Fish and Chips again. For some reason I found it heavy going. I ate the fish okay, but the chips presented an insurmountable challenge.
When the Polish Barmaid asked me if I was finished, I told her I was 'Still Chipping Away, no pun intended'.
She gave me a blank look.
I guess the phrase doesn't exist in Polish.
Nevermind. I wanted to see if the next punk band would be any better, but Electrowerks suddenly remembered their No Re-admission rule.
Jesus. Imagine if that rule held fast in Brisbane. People would be dying of heatstroke.
Not in the mood to argue the toss, I took the next tube home, where I read the books, played with Freehand and watched a Joaquim Phoenix movie called Clay Pidgeons until the early hours.
Did I mention about two weeks ago I couldn't remember the name of the protagonist in Less than Zero? It was Clay!
By the way, did I mention that the Poster Book is fucking great.
This is the one I bought:
http://www.artofmodernrock.com/
Elea, if you're reading this, try to find it in the QCA library. It is a great read, but I reckon that American Bookstore/McGills/Borders prices would probably kill you.
Anyways, today I just did a shitload of Laundry, ironing and washing up.
I still have more laundry to do, and I should probably go food shopping sometime tonight.
And with that, it's over and out.
J
Then I slipped into a coma, waking up with a start at 1215.
FUCK!
So I send Dad a message saying I had to do unavoidable stuff at the flat, there in an hour, and jumped in the shower.
Thankfully the tube gods smiled on this day and I got a clear run to Oxford Circus, arriving at 1315.
Not great but because I had messaged ahead Mum and Dad had used the time to look in Waterstones and therefore weren't pissed off.
Yay.
Then we got something to eat at Garfunkel's again (this time a different one) and me and Mum went to Foyles on Charing Cross Road while Dad checked stuff at the Mac Shop.
First I took Mum to the Borders, if only to show her that Borders are the same around the world.
Then we went to Foyles. Mum had told me that she wanted to buy me a couple of books, since I can never afford to get books myself. So I found a great book about Sound Design, but I couldn't find the really good book about Software Synthesizers that I had found the other day in Waterstones.
Frustration!
Mum did tell me that if I wanted I could get the big, fat book of Rock Posters.
Dad rendez-vous'd with us at two thirty and we wandered through the pouring rain to get to the tube, which took us to Knightsbridge.
Dad had promised Mum that we would go to Harrods. Mum hasn't been to Harrods since she lived in London.
So we went to Harrods. I was happy to be hanging out with Mum and Dad, but being led around a Department store isn't my idea of fun, especially when I had to be the middle point between Dad striding and Mum dawdling.
Fortunately we only spent about two hours there. I looked for some jeans but I couldn't find any that were specifically worth paying for. They all seemed to hip and chic for the likes of me, anyway.
After that we took the tube to Victoria, where I let Mum and Dad catch the train back to Elmer.
Feeling a little despondant, I took the Victoria Line back to Oxford Circus, but instead of changing to the Central Line I jumped up to street level and went to Waterstones, where I bought the two books I really wanted:
The Software Synth Book and the Rock Poster Book.
Both really good books.
I took the next tube to Leytonstone, nearly dying of heat exhaustion on the journey. For some reason I have been feeling really tense and wired the last few days. I mentioned the panic attacks? I've also been getting headaches, sore muscles etc. Probably due to disturbances in my sleeping patterns and underlying anxiety about a couple of things. And carrying heavy bags places.
Anyways, I stopped in for half an hour to check my email, got back to the flat, dropped the books and had a quick bite to eat.
Then I grabbed my A3 sketchpad, the graphite sticks and rushed to the Life Drawing class in Angel, aware that the best I could hope for (running late as I was) was to get in just after the 8pm break.
Climbing the stairs I reached into my pocket for my dilapidated leather change pouch and the damn thing gave way, dropping coins all over the wooden stairs in a clatter. Smooth.
I managed to slip into the classroom, throw my six pounds on the table at the door and find a place on the floor.
The model this week was a stunning girl of about 21, lean but curved with a tattoo of a swallow on her right hip at the back. Since I had missed all the short poses, the whole time she was lying on her side with her back to me, stretched out.
Damn she was beautiful.
Not having had any time to warm up, my drawings for that class were pretty sketchy (har har). But I'm still glad I went.
Next door at Electrowerks there was some kind of Punk gig going on with some bands from Sweden, Belgium etc.
I paid five pounds to get in, but it took me one look around the near empty room and half of the first song but some fat old punks from Belgium to realise I had made a terrible mistake.
Besides, I was tired and the guitar was unnecessarily trebly.
I wandered out and up the street to the pub where I went that time last week and had the bowl of Fish and Chips again. For some reason I found it heavy going. I ate the fish okay, but the chips presented an insurmountable challenge.
When the Polish Barmaid asked me if I was finished, I told her I was 'Still Chipping Away, no pun intended'.
She gave me a blank look.
I guess the phrase doesn't exist in Polish.
Nevermind. I wanted to see if the next punk band would be any better, but Electrowerks suddenly remembered their No Re-admission rule.
Jesus. Imagine if that rule held fast in Brisbane. People would be dying of heatstroke.
Not in the mood to argue the toss, I took the next tube home, where I read the books, played with Freehand and watched a Joaquim Phoenix movie called Clay Pidgeons until the early hours.
Did I mention about two weeks ago I couldn't remember the name of the protagonist in Less than Zero? It was Clay!
By the way, did I mention that the Poster Book is fucking great.
This is the one I bought:
http://www.artofmodernrock.com/
Elea, if you're reading this, try to find it in the QCA library. It is a great read, but I reckon that American Bookstore/McGills/Borders prices would probably kill you.
Anyways, today I just did a shitload of Laundry, ironing and washing up.
I still have more laundry to do, and I should probably go food shopping sometime tonight.
And with that, it's over and out.
J
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