Tate Britain. Chris Ofili. Henry Moore.
Victoria, friend, lunch outside the Natural History Museum, V&A, Print and Drawing Room, summer plans and ensuing excitement.
Oxford Circus, Photographers Gallery, Deutsche Borse Photographic Prize.
London Bridge, other friends.
Halls. Cooked a monumental chilli.
Three people on my bed trying to power nap.
Bethnal Green. Off Licence. 'So, its my friends birthday and I think he likes rum. Can you help?'
Drink. Incomprehensible texts. Found one in my drafts this morning saying 'stevie wood1e? good'
(I have no idea either)
Broken down buses.
The surrealist aspect of being on a night bus with many fellow wulfrunians.
A beautiful bus conversation. From which springs the knowledge i need to lead my life.
Roxy. Drunk. Falling on the dancefloor. Deciding i didn't know where to get the bus back from (I still don't know london well enough at half two in the morning it seems) and spent a ridiculous amount on a taxi. Fell asleep. Conked out in halls and apparently missed an in depth and illuminating conversation.
This morning dawned with a pounding head and last night's make up.
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