Barricaded the door to my room last night. I was unable to air the room because the window opened straight onto the road. All night shouting and stamping and cigarette smoke filtered down from above. I left as early as I could the following morning to drink coffee on Bethnal Green road and plan the day ahead. I have a blister on the sole of my foot from yesterday's adventures so I may have to take it easy. I decided on the usual suspects at Tate Modern before Danielle Arnaud and Rokeby.
I bought two books before my trip: Heart of Darkness and The Picture of Dorian Gray. As I am obsessed with avoiding the unknown and worried about my advancing age they seemed a good choice. I'm not being erudite rather they were part of the new Penguin Popular Classics series and at £2 looked just the part for the bachelor artist about town.
I so enjoyed the show at Rokeby that I wrote a sort of review and published it on Interface without even thinking about it, probably a bad move but what the hell.
