Thursday, 20 April 2006

Eek! My exhibition!

I walked through the Centre and looked up and saw three bloody massive ones of these. They are advertising the exhibition I'm curating at the moment which opens on 6 May. That does not give me long.

I am, frankly, terrified.

Sunday, 16 April 2006

Upload THAT

Claire came to stay and on Saturday night we met up with Jess, Matt, Joe, Kate, Scriv and a friend of his, Nigel, to see the Glastonbury film at the Watershed. It was very jolly, and certain parts of the film were hilarious - in particular, the family who cleaned out the loos, and the Stereo MCs. It did feel like being there almost, especially going with the people we'd really been there with most recently. Lots of jokes about casseroles, wet-wipes, mixing desks etc.

The Watershed bar were even serving Brother's Pear Cider which was terribly exciting. Joe and Matt both bought a bottle of 7% festival strength, and were ready to dance all night in front of a generator (or in someone else's car?). The subject of blogs came up and Scriv expressed his confusion, claiming not to understand the difference between a blog and a forum and a Word document, and had us all in stitches.

The film obviously had a profound effect on me as I dreamt I was taking part in a game featuring lots of naked people. To be in with a chance of winning I had to put clothes on as many of them as possible. My subconscious mind is obviously a prude.

Friday, 14 April 2006

Good Friday

It was.

We drove up to Oxford on Thursday straight after work to visit Anna and Greg in their new house and new city. Their house is amazing - massive and really modern, and with some truly incredible kitchen fittings.

After a huge glass of champagne and chocolate eggs, we went into town to eat at a beautiful North African restaurant called the Kazbar (some of the best tapas I've ever had) before heading for the Zodiac to a club called Disques Vogues which was basically like a wedding reception. This is exactly my favourite kind of club... a bit like the wine bars at Glastonbury. I wasn't drinking but had a brilliant time nonetheless, and even managed a dance. Well, a sober shuffle anyway.

The following day we strolled down by the river and back to the house, before Ben and I went into Oxford to see the rare, wild snake's head fritillaries at Magdalen College. They were absolutely beautiful, although I think Ben might've been a little underwhelmed. The weather was glorious, and lunch was taken in the Vaults cafe by the Radcliffe Camera. It was all terribly civilised.

Sunday, 9 April 2006

Kite-flying, or how to have an argument quickly and cheaply

I'd bought Ben a kite for Christmas - a slightly random present as he's never mentioned an interest in kite-flying but I thought it might be a fun thing to do.

Oh I was wrong. For its inaugural flight we went out into Victoria Park, neither of us really knowing how to kite-fly. According to the box, this kite was 'fool-proof'. It also had no instructions.

We arrived at the top of the hill where the wind was gustiest and Ben held the controls and I held the kite. The idea was that we both ran until the wind picked the kite up, then Ben would perform all manner of extreme stunts. So we both ran until the wind picked the kite up, then Ben ran some more, then the kite came down. This happened about 10 more times. I got slightly irritated because I thought that perhaps you're supposed to start with the string short, then lengthen it as the kite picked up. I realised there was only one way to clear this up once and for all - call Sam Storey.

I phoned him. He basically told me that Ben's way was the right way. Ben was fuming. I was tetchy. The wind was not consistently blowy. We decided to call it a day.

I think Ben was most cross that I felt I had to phone my brother. But Sam is a font of random knowledge. Just yesterday I called him to remind me of the name of Billy Connelly's house. It's 'Gruntfuttock'. Who else would know that?

Friday, 7 April 2006

Small or far away?

A website made by my brother's friend, Cat. I have a slight fetish for things that are absolutely tiny or giant and oversized and this is just the perfect and very natural home for my 'interest'. Ben just missed out on buying a giant box of matches on eBay, which would've been brilliant. Ho hum.
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