Diary 2.

DAY 2 IN LONDON
DAY 0 AT TANK.
DAY NOTALOTHAPPENED.


"I didn't go to the ethical fashion exhibition. Instead I sat by the Barbican Canal with an old friend and drank beer, which in the circumstantial sunshine seemed a much wiser option. It was quite beautiful. That followed a sit in Victoria Park, it was really rather nice. I read an interesting article about Kris Van Assche, followed by one more about Veronique Nichanian. Along came 7 o'clock and I thought I'd get back and see what everyones doing.... there isn't anyone home. So the plans for tonight are slightly non existant, maybe later something will pop up. 
I bought a month pass for the tube today, I am ready to hop on and off whenever I like. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, and this morning I had the whole key cutting thing to do, after going to the third key cutters finally one they gave me worked. Slightly stressed and hot in the heat, a man in a grannymobile (I dont know the real name, but ok, bare with me, yes?) rode passed me, whistling. A full on old, oversized man. Wearing a stripy sun hat. I love London. 




Starting to get really fucking nervous about Tank. Urgh.
BUT loving the skype messages from my loved ones recently. Reaaaally quite fabulous!"


BORE.