First, a trip to the Barbican with AH to see Kusmirowski’s Bunker. It’s okay but they forgot to paint the ceiling = feet of clay. Then a walk to ICCO’s where we bumped into LM, an artist.
Artists make good company for the redundant: entrepreneurial types who have jobs they keep solely to fund whatever materials they need to buy. They won’t be judging your new job as a tea packer and they may even know of interesting work going. They also won’t subscribe to the school of slow and steady reward PAYE propagates: they may work for months / years without getting paid well before making a mint that puts your 20 years of payslips in perspective.
We said our goodbyes and wound our way to the Coliseum for the ENO’s Duke Bluebeard’s Castle. The pizza had left my mate really high on cheese so he was doing this weird cheese-dance all the way to the venue. The show was a bit of a Fritzl-fest and culminated in a pretty nice four-way snuff scene. There was no shortage of paint there I can assure you. We left before Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring as our feet were feeling really hot.
The photo is a dead bird I saw after my interview, it seems quite unusual.
