A strange and moving weekend.
The Mother creature took me to see Tibet: A Buddhist Trilogy, as it fits in with her current studies. The footage in these films is fucking hardcore and should carry a health warning along the lines of "Do not view unless you want to spend the next nine hours engaged in deep discussion peppered with random bouts of tears or cultivate an uncomfortable mental state bordering on despair." It would probably have been ok if it weren't for the recent prevalence of mizzogs/darkness in my mind. I am glad that we shared that experience though. However, this blog is meant to be a light and entertaining journal so I shall stop there...
Apart from that we went to see Banksy's show, which was everything provocative art should be, though the stench from the rats was pretty overpowering. The Mother Creature stayed outside, claiming she could see all the paintings through the window well enough. Also went to see Rachel Whiteread's Embankment at Tate Modern which was everything provocative art shouldn't be. Hels and I got told off for climbing on it. Bollocks.
We also spent a few hours wandering round the colonial hangover that is the British Museum. I'm not very good with artifacts taken out of context.
After the psychological strain of Saturday, decided that Sunday should be a day of pure play. Kissed goodbye to the Mother Creature at Paddington (hurts every time) and then went and tried on wigs in Selfridges with Helen. Walking down Oxford Street we encountered some strange people painted green, breakdancing and playing penny whistles, which I liked very much. Also, chatted to a Hare Krishna follower who proclaimed that Hinduism is a gross perversion of his beliefs and then tried to blag 2 quid off us. Hmmm. After bewigged japes, we went swimming in the outdoor pool at Oasis with Richie. Cold but fun, until I got propositioned by an extremely predatory old lesbian in the changing rooms.
Hels has gone to Egypt this morning. I hope she has fun and stays safe. Managed to talk her out of her "crossing the border into Israel in a Burkha" idea late last night as she was packing.
The Mother creature took me to see Tibet: A Buddhist Trilogy, as it fits in with her current studies. The footage in these films is fucking hardcore and should carry a health warning along the lines of "Do not view unless you want to spend the next nine hours engaged in deep discussion peppered with random bouts of tears or cultivate an uncomfortable mental state bordering on despair." It would probably have been ok if it weren't for the recent prevalence of mizzogs/darkness in my mind. I am glad that we shared that experience though. However, this blog is meant to be a light and entertaining journal so I shall stop there...
Apart from that we went to see Banksy's show, which was everything provocative art should be, though the stench from the rats was pretty overpowering. The Mother Creature stayed outside, claiming she could see all the paintings through the window well enough. Also went to see Rachel Whiteread's Embankment at Tate Modern which was everything provocative art shouldn't be. Hels and I got told off for climbing on it. Bollocks.
We also spent a few hours wandering round the colonial hangover that is the British Museum. I'm not very good with artifacts taken out of context.
After the psychological strain of Saturday, decided that Sunday should be a day of pure play. Kissed goodbye to the Mother Creature at Paddington (hurts every time) and then went and tried on wigs in Selfridges with Helen. Walking down Oxford Street we encountered some strange people painted green, breakdancing and playing penny whistles, which I liked very much. Also, chatted to a Hare Krishna follower who proclaimed that Hinduism is a gross perversion of his beliefs and then tried to blag 2 quid off us. Hmmm. After bewigged japes, we went swimming in the outdoor pool at Oasis with Richie. Cold but fun, until I got propositioned by an extremely predatory old lesbian in the changing rooms.
Hels has gone to Egypt this morning. I hope she has fun and stays safe. Managed to talk her out of her "crossing the border into Israel in a Burkha" idea late last night as she was packing.
posted by Jessica at 9:30 AM
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