Viceland then curry with Capper then Friday at the Chris Penn Suite with dailytitlow and Charlotte then onto the britpop Marathon bar with WJ which also doubles as a Kebab shop.
Walked past Kings Reach Tower in a fit of nostalgia (I spent 5 years working on the 25th floor there) it's empty now. Then a excellent evening spent at The Coach And Horses with Cornelius Hope, Robin and Mr Perou.
Visited South Kensington to admire Mr Babbages Differance Engines at the Science Museum. I'm a bit obsessed with the idea of Victorian computers. Then onto the Natural History Museum to visit the ancestors.
Here's my old mate Andy demonstrating his iGallop. It's a USB compatible device that teaches you to ride horses in the comfort of your own living room. I'm not making this up.
Oldie photo. It was great when I used to take pictures on my light leaky Olympus XA2 because I never knew what would come out. I'm thinking about investing in a Leica M8 Digital but pics like one make me doubt the wisdom of that decision....
On Native American Reservations there are wild, savage and feral dogs roaming free called Rez Dawgs. Over here the equivalent is the Supermarket Dawg which is left in the car as the owner does the weekly shop, guarding the MPV by barking, growling and drooling.
The Ladsmag gods have summoned me back to Gotham. Elsewhere Heroes starts tonight on BBC2. I suggest you watch it as my old friend Ted Kessler stars as the L.A cop who can hear what people are thinking and my ex also makes an appearance as the blonde dual personality psychopath who hallucinates every time she looks in the mirror .
Is it me or are car boots and charity shops nothing like as good as they used to be? Perhaps I should return to my old habit of shopping exclusivly at Selfridges
My 22 month old niece has got so bored of driving to the lab, dropping film off, waiting for dev and contact and then dealing with the prima donna hand printers at Metro Art that she's gone and got herself a digital camera: She does all her own retouching now too.
Spent the day sorting junk I've had stored at gramps' for ages. Don't remember going to that Fugazi gig. Also found tons of promotional CDs. Will I ever listen to Marion, 60 Foot Dolls or Raging Speedhorn ever again?
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields.
Because of the recent death in family I did not make it to the Tor this year. Instead I walked around the vale listening to Explosions In The Sky and Mogwai, imagining I was trudging from backstage to the New Bands Tent as I navigated the Westwood. Upon reflection I am very glad I am not there as I would be sharing the same air as Phil 'Obese terminally unfunny Mod bully' Jupitus and Lauren 'used to be in a fat indie band from Newcastle and now chief patronising arts idiot on the BBC' Laverne. The buisness of Glastonbury this year (as seen through BBCi) is making me feel sick. Although I'm just watching The Killers and it's brilliant.