Dear Sinister, hello there. I havent written in a while and as such feel a little like a vicar popping in for a cup of tea and a chat. My ex-church doesn't send the Vicar round. They just bombard me with letters, as they are still hopeful that they will draw me back from my pernicious world of cigarettes, alcohol and loose women. Jen said:
Work experience still is hell.
I did work experience with a very funny man indeed. He was a very funny man and a very funny photographer. His wife was a very funny woman and they worked in a funny little shop. Do you ever find that when you look at the same word too many times, it turns into another? Because 'funny' just became 'fanny'. Anyway, those fannies used to send me out at lunchtime even when it was raining, and I used to cower under a copy of the guardian inside a leaky little wooden house in the children's playground up the road, singing britpop songs to myself to keep my morale up. I saw Alex James in the Foundry last night, he looked a bit fat. I thought about asking him for directions to the Private View for which I spent half an hour walking down the wrong end of Shoredich High Street, but I found a nice cabby who took off his hat and took out the magical book of truth - the London A to Z, and bob's your uncle. It was quite a fun Private View actually. It was in a gallery space posing as a house, and it had a big white bathroom so we hid in it while we tried to stop giggling. I shouted 'you've got shit on your trousers' quite loudly whilst a man was being interviewed by the BBC about the East End being the new cool. Horrified by the sudden realisation that we were in last season's favoured district, we insulted people randomly before getting our coats and getting the hell out. Their Vodka was crap and they wouldn't let us stand on the roof and I wanted to be at the Mobo awards instead. Mummy!
Get thee to Scalarama on Saturday. Details at http://www.scalarama.com From what I hear, Sinister will be rather well represented.
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