I have not got a single shred of motivation this morning. In fact I can sum it up even more by saying I do not give a fuck. I am astounded that is going on midday already, also quite pleased.
My flatmate came through with tickets for the Pogues at the end of the year which I’m looking forward to. I picked up a ticket for Kings of Leon out on the Forum in late October which will follow Hope of the States the week before quite nicely. Hopefully some other dates in there. REM due to announce European dates this week, I would go and see them in Hammersmith at the Fair Trade thing next week but I’m in Dublin.
Roll on Thursday. I get a week at home catching up with friends and family and most importantly, not being in London. Looking forward to it so much. Leaving on Thursday evening right after work and getting hopefully to my parents place for about 10. I even know where my keys and passport are this time!
I want to go out and spend money tonight, money I do not have. Murder One is out on DVD today at what seems like a perfectly reasonable price of around £30. I won a £20 voucher for HMV as part of Metro’s “My Urban Life” survey which will go straight to that. Yay!
This morning is a big Sigur Ros kick. I’m so in the mood for it and the volume has been pushed right up. I had no idea that there were two new Feist books out. I noticed them both in borders. The third Conclave of Shadows is out in hardcover, I’ll have to get it to match the first two and the new edition (actually fairly rewritten) of Prince of the Blood in paperback luckily. I don’t need more books really, I have a good 30 unread lying around my room but everyone always needs more books.
The weekend was pretty good. Free drinks on Thursday and Friday lead to much fun and a couple of hangovers of course. Jean and Niall arrived all on time and all well on Friday which was good. Saturday was a really good day.
We went to the Tate Modern to see the Edward Hopper exhibit. Confession time. I discovered Hopper through a comic, bonus points if you know what I’m talking about before the next line. Powers of course. The first printing of the second trade; Roleplay had a cover by Michael Avon Oeming (naturally) which was a take on Hopper’s most famous painting Nighthawks and it started there.
So anyway Jean really came over to see that so I booked some tickets and off we went. Nighthawks itself was stunning. No picture I’ve ever seen of it does it justice. The colours are so much more vivid and alive, in particular on the red dress (my god is it red) and the yellows in the background. Absolutely breathtaking. Automat also breathtaking, again photos just don’t do it justice. Just stunning. The rest of the exhibit was just as amazing.
A long walk in the sun followed, from the Tate to Oxford Street down and around by Parliament and Trafalgar square. It was pretty nice if somewhat long. Did some shopping around there and then headed off to meet the V for drinks and dinner which was both good. A few minutes into it, the V had been established as “nice people” which amused me no end and there was good conversation all evening. It would be almost possible to map out the seating via LJ but I’m not going there.
We have another guest in the Primrose Hilton till Tuesday so last night was a trip up to the Washington for mainly a conversation on comics and movies and some music. 4 pints of Star on a Sunday night, always a good thing. Tonight looks likely to be more of the same.
Lunchtime. I’ll re-read this later to see if it makes sense throughout.