September 8th, 2005

(I've tried patience)

Tsk. Actors.

Came home last night to find my dad on his feet shouting at his friend Rosalind "And they shall die! DIE, MARK ME -" and then turning to me to say "Oh, hello. Put the kettle on, will you?" Brilliant. I should write a post about what it's like at one of my dad's shows, really, except I think it'd be even less comprehensible than the one about my mum was.

I've lent Ros the only Kirsty MacColl album I have, because she's only just now getting into her and she's absolutely gutted that she's arrived at her too late - I promised I'd ask my friends if any of you had any video footage of her, because I've only got one or two things from Top Of The Pops and Ros'd love to see as much as she can. Anyone?

E.
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  • Current Music
    'Godhopping', Dogs Die In Hot Cars.
(I've tried patience)

Let's fill this city with artists.

So says the excellent banner of the art shop arkady and I wandered into on our way through Soho today during what was an absolutely lovely afternoon - great to spend time with her again, and talk properly about stuff. I've had a good day despite the day star, which burns.

I feel like writing something deeply pretentious and arty myself at the moment, but it'd be too obvious, and by virtue of being obvious, also too tacky. Instead I'll look forward to B-Movie tomorrow night and quietly think up arty sentences in my own head and not write them down. Or stick them in The Book instead and pretend they're things my protagonist wrote about his guitarist('s haircut).

E.
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  • Current Music
    'City Of Angels', Nik Kershaw.