70s Nite!

Unencumbered by the need to a) tend to the oldies and significant others b) babysit the twins (!?), We the 'pre-1980, 3' took advantage of a rare 'nite off' together and hit maDchester town for an impromptu evening of food, beers and old school grooves! Special thanks to big brother Miles, for reminding Nina and I how to own the dance floor! Rock on! X

Look! There's a band?!

Unexpectedly came by 'some of the best tickets in the house' last night, to a show at the royal opera house in covent garden. And they were not lying! Front and centre! If you want to impress that special person, you need these seats: A23 & A24, in the donald gordon grand tier. Enjoy x

Did you say June the FIFTH?!

Well .. i just had to write something up today; an auspicious day in my household - and probably the World's worst kept secret. Kto zhe bi poveril, chto mi esho dozhivayem vmeste? Ny Ladno - Syem let i poka shitayem. I made a list in my head on the way home tonight, of all the people I would track down and take with me if I took my own life. I surprised myself with some of the names I managed to drag up from the past. I must bear grudges! Making that list was wrong wasn't it!

'FART'

"For the Love of God" - A platinum coated, diamond encrusted skull of an 18th century European, said to be the most expensive work of art by a living artist.

'Fucking Art', that is. This news piece on Damien Hirst's latest offering raises all sorts of mixed emotions .. which I suppose is what it's meant to do. Not sure how to pull all those emotions together and 'present' here so will just leave it. Here's a link to the original article. Decide for yourself. Not much else to write about (or should that read, actually fucking plenty to write about, but not for public viewing). There I go, contradicting myself again - the whole purpose as per first blog post back in 2004, was to explore the blog as space for private (yet public) self-reflection. Well, it's a bit of a dilemma this one, to muse about what (recently) feels like a terminally disintegrating relationship (that I really want to work). Why? Well, we english don't consider it proper form to wash our dirty linen in public, so goes the phrase. And not least, as there are two sides to story and it would be unfair to only tell mine, to people who know us both. We're great. So much going for us, yet so much angst & frustration too. There I did it. Crossed the line. And it doesn't feel especially good, or clever .. but a little cathartic, which was mostly the original point; to dump my thoughts somewhere to get them out of my head. Why suffer alone?! One thing I know for sure of course. It will resolve itself one way or the other. And that's that. Hey! Suddenly the image seems spookily appropriate to the post/ mood .. Fucking art!

Right then, better drink some water, as now heading out on a 12-14hr stag in London (yeah that'll help; I am emotional and paranoid enough as it is, when sober!)

Oh well ... chin chin!