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Out of the blue... [Mar. 30th, 2008|12:25 pm]
Mark Rimmell
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Thursday I got a text from Fiona asking if I had crash space over the weekend... So Friday night around 7:30 I'm up at the station huddled in a corner away from the wind and icy rain waiting for Fiona. Then followed curry, and a quick pint, with some revelations on just how small a world it is.

Saturday morning we headed into town for breakfast and computer fair with Ian of much wyrdness and James of no LJ. Blank discs were purchased (I need them to back-up the internet) a small usb keyboard (need bit out of it to build a new keyboard) and then a trip to the sculpture and mould making shop... Where six million French artists had arrived just ahead of me.

Later Fiona and I headed off to the Tate Modern for the Duchamp, Man Ray, and Picabia exhibition...I'm sure these three artisits would have appreciated the venue. 3 more names on my list of people to visit while time travelling, I'll take them some early Cabaret Voltaire recordings.

There's a big crack (Doris Salcedo’s Shibboleth) in the turbine hall... it's been there awhile now, but this was the first time I'd seen it. At first Fiona and I were wondering if it was a Trompe L'oeil but has we watched from above we noticed people were risking broken ankles in the pursuit of art interaction by sticking their feet in the hole.

We did think about standing over the other side away from the crack and then start interacting with our own invisible crack.

"Don't just stand there taking photos. I've dropped my mobile phone."

After 2 or 3 hours of art we were in need of 5 hours of beer so pausing only briefly to collect Ziggy we headed north of the river for a bit of a pub crawl.

Said "fair well" out side Holbourn Tube and I walked back to Waterloo for a bit of verbal abuse with a bunch of chavs on the train. I really shouldn't rise to the bait because one day my mouth will get me into trouble. It was quite amusing how people around me moved like away from me like the town's folk in the wild west just before the gun fight. So apart from that duel of words, (and the chavs being unarmed in such a fight could only make monkey noises, so I think I won that little skirmish) it was a jolly good day and night out.

Think while I'm feeling sociable I may take a trip over to see Uncle Nemesis and Bunny P.


From: (Anonymous)
2008-03-30 06:06 pm (UTC)


ok, this is me after two hedex and a lie down. Ironically on a sofa.
I was reading the wee catalogue that went with the exhibition on the train on the way back.
Thank you for the spur of the moment hospitality. Your friends are all ace
The jury is still out on computer fairs but 2 brilliant nights out!!
Taddy porter and tea! Yum!

PS You spell Zyg like this :-)
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