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“Painters may use photography but a photograph often still wants to be a painting.”


#marlenedumas @tate


Some words: horror, anonymity, nudity, an Alsatian, princess Diana, terror, eyes, poetry


‘Waiting (for meaning).’


Martin x


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Sometimes a blog or a day starts out as one thing but turns into another.

So naturally there was a meetup. Knitting. Noone home.

So clearly then there was a cafe and some irritatedness.

So then there was a museum (Cuming… Not, disappointingly about the scottish sometime gay star of 90s BBC xmas flick and Heinink staple 'Bernard and the Genie.')

Worth a look. Old shit. Dickens. Hes everywhere. Like Trinidad and Korea. Free.

But dont go to south london on purpose.

So then there was a gallery. Peter Blake at the Fine Art Society. Good to have a curator for art or life. He knows his onions. Nice to have fine art and modern art together. Great. Free.

He's a bit everywhere too. He's 80 or something.

Yes, there were boobs.

So then an evening activity. Or the first one.

We wanted to go on about 'Laughter Yoga' again.

About the importance of play and how the Southbank looks like a grownups playground with wheels, fairs, arts, bright colours and…talking wooden boxes.

But then we saw a film. 'The Imposter.'

Which twisted and turned all over the place.

Like a day. Like a relationship.

It was short too. We like short.



Theres someone sodcasting #onthistrain. Sub human scum.


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she only talked thru the reflection of a mirror OR never mind the pollocks

Think of my blog as nothing less than a guide to life itself.

We have branded the hours 4-6 as 'The Culture Shift.'

Today we were very depressed as its the school holidays…

So we thought: “Pollocks…”

Let's go to a toy museum.

And its was the dogs…

Ram packed with old toy based fun well worth 6 pounds and around 45min of life.

Tea Museums. Take note.


From the ikkle to the huge.

We promised u a biting review of @tate #modern tanks.

I was heard to remark: “A unique space that has a lasting impression.”

Seroiusly… It wasnt disappointing.

It was nice sitting in a cave watching an odd korean lady drawing snakes on another lady's neck. Its was a solid 6/10 feeling.

And then… Walking down Hornsey hotspot turnpike lane we got hit by a 'oo that was actually quite cool' 8/10 feeling.

Maybe pay for a show for 10/10 rather than cheapskate the free bits… A film in one little round room and a soundtrack about old ladies in a tiny round room.

You had to be there.






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Existential angst


 I have been in a bit of a low recently to say the least but as I booked my ticket last week I dragged my paws to @Davidshrigley’s  new exhibition at the @HaywardGallery, bouyed on by a review in @timeoutlondon citing existential angst to match my own.

Also, like your blogger, Shrigley-apparently-exists at “the crossroads of art, futility and absurdity” so I was more than a little curious to have a sniff around.

Plus the posters got a dog on it.

So… Did it live up to expectations? Yes and no…

Yes… there was a dog. Yes… there was stick men fucking. Yes… there was a massive cup of cold tea.

No… there wasn’t much colouring in, no… they didn’t let daddy take illicit copyrighted images for his Staffordshire Bull Terrier’s blog, no… There were no poo bins… Let’s hope they mistake it for art.



He’s got no balls like me I notice… Discover more…

 Shrigley at the Hayward Gallery

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