Friday, February 10, 2006

The beautiful game

At Fratton Park there's a guy who plays the trumpet, and everyone thinks he's terribly wacky and eccentric. They obviously ain't seen these.

Entirely unconnected, this crap e-fit story made me laugh, as did the news that snogging causes meningitis, which sounds remarkably similar to Victorian fulminations against self-pleasuring.

I'm going back to London for a week (Sunday-Saturday). What should I do when I'm there? Ideas gratefully, etc, etc.

2 comments:

Spinsterella said...

I visit London quite a lot. I always have great plans to get all cultured up mooching round various Tate Galleries. Unfortunately my London Friend is even more that a screaming alcholic than I am, so I seem to spend all my time in the big smoke rocking back-and-forth on his sofa, vomiting, crying and saying "never again" before dragging my sorry arse back home on the Megabus.

Sorry.

But I'm sure you'll find something to do...

Tim Footman said...

You can, of course, do the vomit/sofa thing in many London galleries. If you do it at the Hayward, they may turn you into an installation...

I'm rather taken by the look of the Gothic Nightmares show at Tate Britain, and Gilbert & George at White Cube. Whether I get that far is, of course, another three-volume novel...