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Oct. 16th, 2007 05:57 amLast evening I went down the road to Whitechapel to see the "Zelda Rubenstein art show" and sort of met the little crowd going, (well I was hailed by Cecile and happened upon the others at various places after that)
We eventually found the show down one of those grim stubborn east end streets that survived the Blitz: it was shut (turned out there had been a power failure earlier--what an authentic touch!)
Peering thru the window, the interior looked really intriguing...like a surrealist mock-up of a haunted house (there was a huge photo of the moon on a planchette cabinet in the visible room, which gave onto a dim hallway and stairs beyond, all of it decorated in the non-style drab of a Pat Barker book)
After that, the evening turned out to be a right laugh down the pub, (with good conversation too, of course!). Those present were the good crew Cecile, Faith, Iain, Howard, Darren and Audrey.
Back home, things took a truly revolting turn when I stepped on a snail outside the back door, in the style of poor Yana this summer.
Whilst reeling in horror and scraping my boot, that dirty little wretch Circuit came dancing up, SAT on the edge of the disgusting mess and waved his tail from side to side across the rest of it.
I can't even begin to describe how I felt, but that cat's horrible furry chops are coming NOWHERE near me...he's used them to clean that off somewhere.
EEEEEUUUUUWWWWW!!!!!
'Snail-breath!'
We eventually found the show down one of those grim stubborn east end streets that survived the Blitz: it was shut (turned out there had been a power failure earlier--what an authentic touch!)
Peering thru the window, the interior looked really intriguing...like a surrealist mock-up of a haunted house (there was a huge photo of the moon on a planchette cabinet in the visible room, which gave onto a dim hallway and stairs beyond, all of it decorated in the non-style drab of a Pat Barker book)
After that, the evening turned out to be a right laugh down the pub, (with good conversation too, of course!). Those present were the good crew Cecile, Faith, Iain, Howard, Darren and Audrey.
Back home, things took a truly revolting turn when I stepped on a snail outside the back door, in the style of poor Yana this summer.
Whilst reeling in horror and scraping my boot, that dirty little wretch Circuit came dancing up, SAT on the edge of the disgusting mess and waved his tail from side to side across the rest of it.
I can't even begin to describe how I felt, but that cat's horrible furry chops are coming NOWHERE near me...he's used them to clean that off somewhere.
EEEEEUUUUUWWWWW!!!!!
'Snail-breath!'
