There is a peculiar dynamic about living in London; it's a city that demands all of you and all of your time. You come to on a Sunday morning, finding a small stretch of time in which you can simply sit on the lawn, sip your coffee, read the papers and begin to think a little again.
Ten things I have done in the last 48 hours include:
1. Submit a 2,000 word essay on "The Sixties".
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2. Final edit and print of the HistoryTalk book.
3. Visit a tattoo parlour; seduced by the images of hands and bodies and ink. Discover that all the tattoo artists are booked till the end of the year - tattoos are becoming bigger, all-over pieces of entire body art. They charge £80 an hour, and G's artwork will require 20 hours - at least.
4. Read through an entire week's post, including the new offer of employment which, although generous, contains a few items of concern. Linger a little longer over a delicious lingerie catalogue ...
5. Buy a pair of boots in a style I've never worn before.
6. Visit the Tate Modern once more; specifically this time to visit the art of the Sixties. I emerge, convinced that everything Andy Warhol did was merely "taking the piss", while perhaps Mark Rothko wasn't half bad after all.
7. Wander down the South Bank through massive crowds, delicious food smells and a Japanese beer with a friend - it's Thames Festival weekend again.
8. Buy a video - Howl's Moving Castle - wonder when I'll get a chance to view it!
9. Pause in a lovely old pub somewhere with G; then meander past one of the ancient "Gate" entrances to the old city of London and stumble across another pub in an alleyway - back entrance, it turns out.
10. Take photographs of the sky.
Ten things I have done in the last 48 hours include:
1. Submit a 2,000 word essay on "The Sixties".
.
2. Final edit and print of the HistoryTalk book.
3. Visit a tattoo parlour; seduced by the images of hands and bodies and ink. Discover that all the tattoo artists are booked till the end of the year - tattoos are becoming bigger, all-over pieces of entire body art. They charge £80 an hour, and G's artwork will require 20 hours - at least.
4. Read through an entire week's post, including the new offer of employment which, although generous, contains a few items of concern. Linger a little longer over a delicious lingerie catalogue ...
5. Buy a pair of boots in a style I've never worn before.
6. Visit the Tate Modern once more; specifically this time to visit the art of the Sixties. I emerge, convinced that everything Andy Warhol did was merely "taking the piss", while perhaps Mark Rothko wasn't half bad after all.
7. Wander down the South Bank through massive crowds, delicious food smells and a Japanese beer with a friend - it's Thames Festival weekend again.
8. Buy a video - Howl's Moving Castle - wonder when I'll get a chance to view it!
9. Pause in a lovely old pub somewhere with G; then meander past one of the ancient "Gate" entrances to the old city of London and stumble across another pub in an alleyway - back entrance, it turns out.
10. Take photographs of the sky.
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