Sole searching

Lucy went down with a nasty bout of flu last week. While she was on the mend, in an idle moment we looked up swine flu on the NHS site. Instead of a list of symptoms, they have a questionnaire. Having replied No to all of the questions she ticked Yes to feeling some aches and pains (a pretty normal flu symptom) and was immediately directed to this screen!
We ignored it. The next day she felt much better.
Been putting recent experiences into strip form.
With a bit of luck (and less slacking) should have a new mini out for 176 which will be upon us before we know it - only four weeks to go!
Oh yeah and for the first time ever I did a quiz on facebook only to find out that I am a manic depressive. Five multiple choice questions, some of which didn't offer any appropriate answers - it's got to be true innit??

Bubbling under

Last weekend a most uplifting installation by William Forsythe soothed the spirit in a disused train shed behind King's Cross.
Other than a drunken episode and a pubdraw, very little else to report as I try to pull some ideas together for another mini before 176.

Website ongoing revamp

Nick had only just started uploading the new website when he fell and broke his shoulder hence the rather sparse amount of stuff up there. Yesterday he one-armedly got back into it.
It is not finished and it may take some time but we will get there in the end...
In the meantime I will try and absorb some of his Dreamweaver knowledge so I can add to it independently.

Out on a limb

Well whaddayaknow?
Nick turned out to have a broken arm after all...
In between my stints as ministering angel/Baby Jane (whatever happened to her?), I've kept up my cultural quota by fitting in a ballet, I mean contemporary dance, at Saddler's Wells where I saw William Forsythe's very challenging show, a quick trip to the V&A jewellery collection, as well as a club night at the Queen of Hoxton – You look Rough (I certainly felt it the next morning). I didn't overdo it, just getting too old for all that malarkey.


Pubdraw was on last night, after curry in Kenton, but here are a couple of NHS sketches as I have been spending an inordinate amount of time in their establishments of late.

Disco Rules

It's been a while, I know, but the last couple of weeks have been fairly eventful, as the visit from my brother and nieces that included a trip to Faversham was complicated by Nick's unfortunate fall and dramatic rush to hospital all morphined up. As it turns out he hasn't broken his ribs and arm as was originally thought, but is severely impaired by damage to his shoulder, which restricts him even more than ordinary mortals due to his existing condition. It's a bummer but at least he's home now and able to communicate with the outside world again.

Before all the Easter excitement we had popped down with Dan to the ICA to catch Tony Manero, a darkly funny and brilliantly bleak Chilean movie about a psychopathic Travolta (circa Saturday Night Fever) impersonator. Well worth seeing, though probably won't appeal to all palates.
And Hugo very kindly bought us a copy of Don't Mess with the Zohan on DVD, not a film I had felt impelled to rush out to catch when on general release, but believe it or not, it deserves a place in the pantheon of ridiculous tastelessness that includes such gems as Dodgeball. Disco Disco, my friend!

Sadly I don't think Nick will be practising any disco moves for a while...
Oh and I almost forgot! Just before being put out of action, Nick had uploaded my new revamped website – so check it out here!

When Krissie met Elvis

Finally gave Krissie her painting so now I can post it. Suffice to say she was extremely happy with it. Me too.

Having been inspired by Rob Jackson's display of Shelf Porn, I thought I would respond with a glimpse of my collection...
The turd on the bottom shelf belongs to my son. He bought it in a shop. OK?
Any more questions?

The Thing vs Schmurgencon

Saturday 28th March dawned and Richy K. and I set off for the wilds of Mile End, fortuitously hooking up with Sally Ann on the tube. We set up our wares on our very well-positioned table, next to Rob Jackson, and awaited the rush of punters. It was busier than last year, possibly due to it not being Easter weekend, with a fair amount of the traffic stopping at our table. At the end of the day, I sold all my copies of Striptacular and came away with a profit after table costs, which is a good result.
I picked up the latest Curtis and Terrorist from Oliver Lambden, Jake Harold's That Time I Went on a Trip to Berlin, Rob Jackson's Bog Wizards 2 (with board game!), Paul Rainey's No Time Like the Present part 8, Phil Spence's Reasons Why I'm Scared to Love You and Whores of Mensa 4.
All really good stuff – I will endeavour to review things more fully at some point.

We then moved on to Schmurgencon which was taking place in uncompromising fashion just down the road.
It was altogether a more intimate affair, involving a certain amount of liquid refreshment and experimental performance art. The mysterious Norwegian was nowhere to be seen, he was rumoured to have suffered some kind of accident...