The perils of a good mood
Today I am up and about. This is an improvement. Yesterday I discovered the depths of midday Brit free-to-air TV due to the fact that I got home at 5am Wednesday morning. Phewy!! It was, I believe, the perils of a good mood. Tuesday was such a lovely day. London was sunny as a happy bunny, and I set out to visit The Tate, go for a wander and then visit an open mike poetry night near West End. This all went exceeding well according to plan.
The Tate was brilliant. So well curated. While this sounds like a toffy comment, curation is a little like cheese. You barely notice it until you hit some good stuff and then it is whammo!! Everything is cohesively in laid out in movements and includes contextual as well as critical evaluation of the pieces. I could only do about 1 1/2 floor before deciding that my head was thrumming a little too loudly and the rest would have to wait.
After the Tate I walked around the city taking vague road signs in directions that I recognised. This meant that I ended up in Elephant & Castle with sore feet. Elephant & Castle is, apparently, notorious in the bad way. And I can vouch for that. It made Brixton seem positively prosperous. Then I walked back through West End towards my date with the Poetry Cafe where I had a brilliant night. Seeing as though I was on my own, I made to chat with as many people as would sit still for long enough. This was the continued theme til I felt weary and checked my watch. 5am!! And ragingly hungry!!! There was nothing for it but to catch my virgin taxi ride home, made a big salad and pass out. So, my first night out on London town has been had. It was thoroughly enjoyed and my only regret has been a two day headache.
Ah well. The perils of a good mood should not be faced lightly.
The Tate was brilliant. So well curated. While this sounds like a toffy comment, curation is a little like cheese. You barely notice it until you hit some good stuff and then it is whammo!! Everything is cohesively in laid out in movements and includes contextual as well as critical evaluation of the pieces. I could only do about 1 1/2 floor before deciding that my head was thrumming a little too loudly and the rest would have to wait.
After the Tate I walked around the city taking vague road signs in directions that I recognised. This meant that I ended up in Elephant & Castle with sore feet. Elephant & Castle is, apparently, notorious in the bad way. And I can vouch for that. It made Brixton seem positively prosperous. Then I walked back through West End towards my date with the Poetry Cafe where I had a brilliant night. Seeing as though I was on my own, I made to chat with as many people as would sit still for long enough. This was the continued theme til I felt weary and checked my watch. 5am!! And ragingly hungry!!! There was nothing for it but to catch my virgin taxi ride home, made a big salad and pass out. So, my first night out on London town has been had. It was thoroughly enjoyed and my only regret has been a two day headache.
Ah well. The perils of a good mood should not be faced lightly.
posted by tangles at 9:40 PM
8 Comments:
noice. fly chicken, fly!
Erm... Flap flap!! Sqawk sqawk!! Explosion of feathers!!
sounds like a great day!
did you see the thing in the tate which is a videotape of a guy in a Wiggles outfit jumping up and down yelling "NO!" repeatedly?
I think it would have been more artistic if they'd told us what the question was.
No, I didn't I am afraid. So many reasons to return.
i feel a lot like that guy today.
well, hey tangles, it's in the city you live in now, so no worries Rennae matie!!
PS - Yay!!! Aussie just won against Japan!! Happy happy, joy joy!
Are you gainfully employed, hm?
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