Catch up

Many adventures lately. No time to write them down. With Wednesday, Seeing Monique again and later, celebrating Loren's birthday at the bear in Clerkenwell. The Friday at The Cut, seeing Veronique, Richard, and noticiing that the man who lives behind the Nobody Inn has lost his memory and forgotten that he took a dislike to me for cleaning his kitchen during a dinner party. And met a Jeremy from SF+Milwaukee, clubbing at AKA, and then met Sex Pistol Drummer and crew and had them back here for some songs. That was Friday. Tuesday, cozy chats with Shedman--photos or writer's rooms in Marylebone---Offshoreman. Saturday...Rich MIx Cinema with U of I Dave and Devlin. A bike gathering afterwards to see a cycle film made in Brasil. Columbia Road Market. Cycling on the canal. Snowman Pantomime. Sunday. Veronique's lovely luncheon all day near Bonnington Square. Sloping kitchen floor. Children played nicely.

No time for Sorry

Kfir is an Israeli living in Ireland. This is one part of his view on the Irish which I found quite funny:

What's the matter with these Irish people? They're so polite. It's not natural. It's insincere. Someone bumps into me on the street, brushes my elbow....."sorry." and someone else, steps near my foot---not even on my foot....again "sorry". What is all this "sorry " for? I'm not sorry if I touch a perfect stranger by accident in the road. Do I have time for this? And does he have time for my excuses? No. In Israel, I may push you down on your back and I'm still not sorry. Please....stop with your "sorries". We in Israel have better things to do.

Ireland

Ireland was good, but quite a lot of energy expended travelling there. Discovered that Ben can walk fifteen kilometres or more without stopping, ok with a fish and chip rest stop, he can continue on ad infinitum. The Irish people were very friendly and informal especially when I lost my mobile phone on the cliffs. Someone was nice enough to turn it into the plice station. I walked into the station and said, "I'm here to pick up a phone." "Oh. What's the name? " That was it...no paperwork, no id check. Here's your phone.
Incredibly rainy today forcing us to forego kickboxing up in Camden. We'll try Saturday instead. Cup and Saucer has sold. Some other tea pots and fifties style bowls. Now doing a baby cup for Monique who is back from Miami. She says the malls are bare and people are walking with their heads down. Dustbowl. "I felt guilty, I was the only one shopping."

Cups teapots chillies

Missed a few interesting openings recently. The art performance night in Hackney--however saw some comedy down at the round table and got invited to perform there. A dominatrix whipping the men in the front row with her rubber gardening shoes. Can't recall much else about it. Hip flask man there with me. And an interesting chat with a hand bag designer in the loos of a pub near Chandos street. Nusa Dua this evening with Tailor Girl. Dinner instead of acqua class. A teapot has sold in the shop, the stripey one that had too much going on. Someone liked it. Today, finished the elaborate Hieronymous Bosh type cup and saucer, gave Collette some chillis from my garden, and also finished another pseudo stripe cup. May be going to Ireland at some point in the near future.

Starry teapot painted today. End of stripes and stars series. And next will be face cups. A jazz concert this evening with Diana and Shuhei. Experimental. Enjoyable. Ben to perform tomorrow in the Harvest Day Festival. And Grandma back from Yellowstone. A little strained from pilates yesterday. Last night a smoke and word installation in Trafalgar Square. Whisps of smoke picking up words that people had texted in. You are amazing with the g getting lost. and so on. Ben adding "poo poo" on the end of his sentences thinking this is funny. Good reports from the teachers at social evening followed by the Duke pub. a forties interior and music.

Wine rack

Found a large wine rack today outside the restaurant in Cosmo Place. I was taking an early morning bike ride, and they were just putting it in the skip. Nothing wrong with it, Just dusty. So have cleaned that today and done a few sudoku puzzles while waiting for yet another plumber to come and umclog the bathroom sink. ANd he finally called at 3 to say he'd come tomorrow. Kev is here today-a parent meeting. Modi possibly tomorrow. Better if he does not as Shuhei is in Gothenburg and arriving in London tomorrow. Just a wuick message from him. And so. Shall I go now for a swim? Wine rack might go above fridge horizontally....or chuck out the chunky wine cabinet and put it there.

Accidental Hooch

Accidnetally making hooch as my pineapple juice has gone off. Found some goat meat over the weekend. So goat stew today with Julia and Diana dropping by. A vague playdate arranged for Jacob and Ben. New Ikea carpets. Wall-E. Otherwise, slowly curling up in to hibernation setting for the winter. It doesn't seem to involve the gym as biking in the rain is enough. And everytime I think of going, there is something else just as strenuous to do at home or elsewhere. Time to declutter. and get a sketchbook to put all my memorabilia in. or a canvas. Missed the art london show as I don't seem to have a problem chatting up galleries. The problem is in having the work to show them. For now, just more ceramic painting. hot air balloons and faces seem to sell the best.