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Jul. 1st, 2007 11:20 amI enjoyed the Saturday VC party full of co-proxamol and propranalol to stave off a migraine that struck on Friday evening. This meant I had a dull thudding pain and felt rather queasy but I was quite sociable and talked with a whole plethora of people. It was really interesting to meet face-to-face with people I've 'talked with' on LJ, eg Void501 who also had artwork hanging.
I find those quirky,strange, evocative, well-drawn works oddly appealing in an indefinable way. I've swiped a photo of one of the works on show from his website (H...I hope you don't mind!)
'Tripod' Howard Gardner
The music only started getting really danceable around 9pm and the floor soon became choc-full. Beforehand there had been a couple of rock-beat/power-pop tracks that I danced to but generally I cannot get into that draggy goth downbeat at all. As things improved dramatically that was another major box ticked on the Good Party list...dancing at parties/gigs is my favourite thing!
I was pretty much all talked-out by 11pm and said goodbyes. Outside it was raining heavily, so it was nice to dash across Clink Street cobbles into the car that my mate Alan had brought round after I phoned him. It was also perversely enjoyable to drive thru hectic central London in a downpour.
I wanted to give people at wet bus-stops lifts but Alan said No Fucking Way!
So HE won't go to heaven then.
I find those quirky,strange, evocative, well-drawn works oddly appealing in an indefinable way. I've swiped a photo of one of the works on show from his website (H...I hope you don't mind!)
'Tripod' Howard Gardner
The music only started getting really danceable around 9pm and the floor soon became choc-full. Beforehand there had been a couple of rock-beat/power-pop tracks that I danced to but generally I cannot get into that draggy goth downbeat at all. As things improved dramatically that was another major box ticked on the Good Party list...dancing at parties/gigs is my favourite thing!
I was pretty much all talked-out by 11pm and said goodbyes. Outside it was raining heavily, so it was nice to dash across Clink Street cobbles into the car that my mate Alan had brought round after I phoned him. It was also perversely enjoyable to drive thru hectic central London in a downpour.
I wanted to give people at wet bus-stops lifts but Alan said No Fucking Way!
So HE won't go to heaven then.
