Its hot. the sprinklers are out, the passionfruit is in flower and if you fall asleep on threadbare armchairs or carpet you wake up with your face stuck to the lining of your jacket and your shirt stuck to your back. Merry bloody cristmas
interesting few days. Heres one thing to remember, dont dring a quarter of a bottle of vodker strait when you have already drank half of it with coke. It makes you lose track of that hole time thing and make a general dick of yourself.
Bearing that in mind I went to another party a day later. A garage filled with lounges, paint and drugs, what more could you ask for. The painting was not confined to the internal walls for that matter, sometimes I just cant help myself.
On a later note the islington street fair was great wasnt there for long but there was some amazing classic Ska.
My mind just wont slow down. Its not even important things that are bugging me, little things that shift into other little things. Went to sydney yesterday for a friends exhibition. Spent 2 hours waiting at hornsby station, in the rain. That encapsulated the rest of the day and the next. There are a few things happening this weekend, and I have the sneeking suspicion that they are all going to be disapointing. Optimistic little thing aint I, but the sooner this week ends the better.