Another quick one...
Because I am running late.
Not as late as usual, but late all the same.
Whistlestop tour -
Wednesday to Thursday:
I decided it was time to get the AFI Article Monkey off my back, sick or not, exhausted or not, depression and psychic paralysis or not. So I sat up all night finishing the article.
In between finishing This Boy's Life (which, when I said I could relate to, I meant that I knew far too many women with abusive boyfriends... not that I felt like I was living in a small town outside Seattle in the early 60s).
Yesterday: the boiler was getting fixed (finally) so there was no time to get a nap, have a shower or any of that between going out to meet my parents at South Kensington Tube Station for an afternoon of perusing the Victoria and Albert Museum.
Instead I had an early lunch with my Landlady (who, as always, was great for a conversation) and left Leytonstone at 1200.
I was early, but my parents got stuck on public transport, so I had plenty of time to chill out, look in shops, pubs and art galleries and check out the Kensington Girls (the weather has turned really really hot over the last few days, so the girls of Kensington had responded by wearing really flimsy long skirts).
Mum and Dad arrived in due course, a quick lunch followed and then a wander around the V'n'A Museum. Which was mindblowing. Seriously. I am going to have to spend more time there. And take a camera and a sketchbook.
Tube to Leytonstone, discover note from FL Editor asking after the AFI interview, reply and upload interview, go home, hot shower (Hoo Fucking Ray!) and over to Highbury, where I was meeting Nadia, the solicitor I met at the breakcore party a few weeks ago, to take her to the Audition/Scare/Gay For Johnny Depp show at the Buffalo Bar.
Note: ran into The Gypsy on Harcourt Rd, who invited me to a rehearsal for his band.
The Audition were ordinary Emo rock, and the Scare damn near blew Gay For Johnny Depp clean off the stage. Nadia loved them.
Afterwards we took the tube, going our separate directions somewhere along the way. No kiss on the cheek this time, but she did have a good time. It's all good.
I went home and collapsed into bed just after midnight, waking up today just after five AM.
Today:
Running for the train to Bognor Regis today.
Going to do some reading/writing on the train.
Wondering whether to review the Scare again, and if I do wondering whether to mention that as soon as you turn your back they are chatting up the girl that you came in with. Cheeky sods.
Over and out.
J
Not as late as usual, but late all the same.
Whistlestop tour -
Wednesday to Thursday:
I decided it was time to get the AFI Article Monkey off my back, sick or not, exhausted or not, depression and psychic paralysis or not. So I sat up all night finishing the article.
In between finishing This Boy's Life (which, when I said I could relate to, I meant that I knew far too many women with abusive boyfriends... not that I felt like I was living in a small town outside Seattle in the early 60s).
Yesterday: the boiler was getting fixed (finally) so there was no time to get a nap, have a shower or any of that between going out to meet my parents at South Kensington Tube Station for an afternoon of perusing the Victoria and Albert Museum.
Instead I had an early lunch with my Landlady (who, as always, was great for a conversation) and left Leytonstone at 1200.
I was early, but my parents got stuck on public transport, so I had plenty of time to chill out, look in shops, pubs and art galleries and check out the Kensington Girls (the weather has turned really really hot over the last few days, so the girls of Kensington had responded by wearing really flimsy long skirts).
Mum and Dad arrived in due course, a quick lunch followed and then a wander around the V'n'A Museum. Which was mindblowing. Seriously. I am going to have to spend more time there. And take a camera and a sketchbook.
Tube to Leytonstone, discover note from FL Editor asking after the AFI interview, reply and upload interview, go home, hot shower (Hoo Fucking Ray!) and over to Highbury, where I was meeting Nadia, the solicitor I met at the breakcore party a few weeks ago, to take her to the Audition/Scare/Gay For Johnny Depp show at the Buffalo Bar.
Note: ran into The Gypsy on Harcourt Rd, who invited me to a rehearsal for his band.
The Audition were ordinary Emo rock, and the Scare damn near blew Gay For Johnny Depp clean off the stage. Nadia loved them.
Afterwards we took the tube, going our separate directions somewhere along the way. No kiss on the cheek this time, but she did have a good time. It's all good.
I went home and collapsed into bed just after midnight, waking up today just after five AM.
Today:
Running for the train to Bognor Regis today.
Going to do some reading/writing on the train.
Wondering whether to review the Scare again, and if I do wondering whether to mention that as soon as you turn your back they are chatting up the girl that you came in with. Cheeky sods.
Over and out.
J
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