Rather an impromptu road trip last night. Got invited to a preview of the Hare Styling Exhibition - part of a charity fund-raise for Great Ormond Street Hospital - a guilt by association kind of invite via Mo Coppoletta. His piece for the event is real good but will probably go for a load more cash than I actually have never mind be willing to give.
There's a crackload of other people involved as well - check out the website here and here for more info. Paul McKenna and Nicky Clark put in an appearance - there may have been others, but if so, they went completely over my head - or under it, depending on your point of view. I'll be loading the pics from the exhibit up somewhere over the weekend. Stay tuned for rather a lot of hares - and rabbits too as some people don't seem to be able to tell the difference. City dwellers I guess.
Spent what was left of the evening culling nonsense from my digital life and bringing it all back home into a manageable place. Not even the biggest media whore on the planet needs as much stuff as I had signed up to. Whatever I've thrown out though has been integrated here by now, so you won't be missing anything. Next piece of waste of time nonsense to go is that personal facebook page. I'm still in two minds about it but I don't want to spend the rest of my life relying on little more than a database with blue rectangles as decoration.
Don't want it. Don't need it. You know where I am. That's why the Gods invented email. Now that I've decided that, I feel like I can get on with writing instead of concerning myself over whether somebody has stuck a post-it to my door. If anybody wants to chat, I'm online all day long and most of the night through ichat (or AIM if you're not Macced up) using my gmail address.
Disappearing to Portsmouth for the weekend for the first of two tattoo conventions down there (this year, not both at the same time) in a moment. Instead of hemorrhaging cash into any arcades I might find (and I have no doubt there will be plenty), I'm thinking on checking the place out to see what the spoken word scene is like down there. Also on the cards is a hook-up with my "other sister" (kind of like the "other mother" in Coraline) who I have never met - long story on my Dad's side! I did try to put her off as she had a baby a couple of days back but she is determined. That must be where those 'trooper genes' come from.
To wrap up, pictured here is my hot lunch date with Hoss who lives across the road. Not sure who that smiley young daughter type thing is though.
This picture reminds me of something else.
Back when I was a kid, across the road from my Grandmothers house was this dog called Ricky. Man, he was old and grizzled. Some kind of sheepdog cross with a bear or something. He was awesome, but hell he was old.
Anyway, take a look at this last picture below. This is just what he looked like. I guess once upon a time, he was sprightly, had a shiny coat of black & white and was king of the world.
Sadly, this is not a dog but a picture is of the back of my head. Eleanor took it on the train last night on the way home.
In two years, I will look just like my new buddy William Michaelian who you can find here. He does cool stuff - follow him!
Tomorrow I will call him up. Maybe he will have some advice for another old dog across the pond.
