How to summarise a lost weekend of spoken word, sadness and nick clegg…
Unrelated.
Like this
A) guildhall lates are lovely lates. Get ideas from meetup and float round antisocially on your own. Theres an amphitheatre dontcha know.
B) tv recording of 'the agenda' good, free and theres no need to be lonely with the internet. Find other lonely people to do stuff with.
Im a dog of few words.
Like Ezra Pound with worms.
Look it up.
Theres no excuse to be uncultured with the internet.
Love,
Harleyxx
If you have extraordinary life patterns late things are good.
Late movies, late openings, late night places to buy sugar…
Viva London.
We were very late tho for science museum lates (last weds of month). Animal rights activism… Il tell u later…
But sometimes its good to dip ones furry toe in a pond you might later want to dive into.
That. Is a metaphor.
We really would like to dive into silent discos.
Though it was quite funny to just watch.
The Science Museum id imagine is quite a scary place to be out ones tree. Like when in the distant past we were a bit drunk in the Tate Modern. Like a nightmare.
“What are all these big planes! Im in a war Im in a war!”
We were sucked in by some attendants to make a clock out of paper.
Never again.
Love,
Harleyxx
Doggy let me do this too…
Tate modern blackouts, little sun, olafur eliasson, poetry and dream.
Solar powered surrealism.*
I liked it best cos you could chat people up asking for their light.
Almost like smoking cool but without the cancer.
Other people seemed “oo its dark” happy but I dont think other people were enjoying it q as much as me.
I was getting in a pickle trying to take shadow pix.
But loving it.
Theyre on the wondrous instagram which has been a life saver.
Now @thedogwhatblogs holds the purse strings…
Notionally free but u had to buy the little lamp for the equivalent of three trips to Haringey Borough FC.
But it beats taking pix of old men.
Love,
Colinxx
I wanted her on the left slightly…
*he asked me to provide more detail. Its like a torch round ur neck right and they turned the lights off in the gallery. Jeesh.
“at least stars burn out brightly”