Bit gloomy, eh? I'm making myself feel better by dancing around to Hairspray.I'm learning to sew again. I haven't since our secondary school decided to be better than others by introducing textiles into our curriculum at year 9 or so. I made a Pugsley (dog from Pocahontas) cushion. I was very proud. I have a very old CAST IRON sewing machine that has a depressing bobbin problem, it breaks my back to move it. I may have to buy a new plastic one. I went out with a nice lady to Tooting market (she lives there...not the market) and I bought some nice fabric for one pound a yard. I'm going to make everything. Some people should expect scented pouches for christmas this year. Oh yes.T
his same nice lady and I went to watch Born And Bred at BFI Southbank on Saturday. I did fall asleep a few times. Somewhat due to the film's pace but also because I have been a little sick. Vomits and everything. You shall hear no more. But I generally...enjoyed it. The cinema guy was really strict. He told two people with hot drinks to finish them in the auditorium. Is it an auditorium? Do English people say auditorium? Am I English? Afterwards, we partook (?) in some serious walking. We walked down Southbank enjoying things and taking pictures of tree bark. We went to Tate Modern. I usually try to stay away from it but we needed the toilet. There was a good bit about cities and I frightened myself by thinking too much about the amount of people in Tokyo.
Then to the Old Operating Theatre which is very interesting because I like knowing about medical stuff. The obstetric equipment was wonderful to see. I couldn't read much because of my damned contacts. It was a shame. Then to the Design Museum. I do not like what Zaha Hadid does. She is an architect. With rubbish architecture. Her buildings look ready to stab you in the eye. And, her plans are too obscure. I was fed up with her! There was a pleasing Typography exhibition upstairs. I liked it. Then some anti-consumerism stuff which was a bit tired. For the sake of it, y'know. We commented on what price the contributor's books were selling for. Eh? Eh? We had tea. I didn't have cake. Too much going on with cake these days. I would have liked a plain sponge or chocolate. They don't sell those flavours. I've been very happy to find a vanilla cheesecake in Sainsbury's. Just vanilla and cheesecake.
My god. Salvador by Jamie T is the best song I've ever heard.
We went to the Mayor's offices. To curse Ken. Saw the Gibson Guitar Town Exhibition. My favourite was signed by Dirty Pretty Things (boo!) and it reminded me of Leon restaurants. We were also going to see the Jungle Book at the free open air theatre thingy. But it was quite rainy. So we went home.At some point we went to Borough market. I've forgotten when.
My mother went away to Switzerland (without us!) yesterday. We had a nice farewell day. We went to Slurp to eat. It was crap. The Wimbledon one is so much nicer. My food was too strong and I couldn't eat it. But the complimentary lollipop was well tasty. My mother bought us gifts of random DVDs, biscuits and fizzy pop. Then us kids had a slumber party in my room which ended at 3am. I woke at 7am today and I shocked myself by thinking it was the evening. It wasn't.
And lastly.
To celebrate Mr Stephen Fry's 50th birthday, I will be reading all his novels. And Paperweight & The Book Of General Ignorance which I just own. Back to back, in order. I like that sort of organised closure. I had already started his autobiography a while ago, but I lost it.
This entry has now officially ended.
