June 24th, 2013

monument destroyer

can't stop the fluff

It's a rollercoaster ride with Teasel at the moment. He gets better, he crocks another leg, he can go upstairs, it's a struggle, he limps pathetically, then bounces around demanding to know what all the fuss is about. For the moment, weekend plans are in a floating state -- sorry rhubarbfool, sorry juggzy, sorry neiblings, sorry damiancugley -- while we fret around him.

Sawn off daytrips seem about do-able -- there's Haroon Mirza sound art at the Lisson gallery at the moment (a group of turntables playing changed/adapted records, a terrifying white chamber where you get drowned in amplified sound, a personable chorus of speakers conducted through a short (beautiful) work by a chip on an elegant glass vase in an anechoic chamber) so we went there, and took a small detour on the way back by the new Edgware Road station -- covered in decorative tiles, that I'd first spotted from the flyover. It was hard to photograph because my camera's screen is cracked, non-functionally. Not sure when that happened but I'm inclined to blame IKEA.

visible from a distance midsummer dressings

Midsummer came and went largely unremarked. I was supposed to be working that evening, but a mix up left me exploring Cutteslowe park/justifying myself to Liberal Democrats. It was a fine evening, so I didn't mind. The weather's taken a turn for the worse since, which is probably because we bought deckchairs.

ready for summer comic reading cat