Drunk on a Wednesday Night

The Belarusian says I should do more art. And, she’s right. I live in the middle of Covent Garden, and I hardly ever go out to art. Last Saturday night, PJ and I dragged our visiting relatives to the Southbank and took in a late Tate Modern (it’s open til 10 p.m. on Fridays and Saturdays). I ran around to the usual bits for an hour before discovering that the “Global Cities” exhibition on the ground floor was more than just the triptych at the front. This is a pretty amazing exhibition dedicated to our ant-like obsession with building cities. According to the stats, 50% of us now live in cities, and this is due to increase to 75% by 2050.

“Not enough,” cries the Belarusian. “More, more!” So, I meet her at Coffee Cake and Kink on Endell (pictured above, and please note that they are looking for part time staff). It’s a shame I’ve never been in this place as I pass by it so often. It does just what it says on the box with a wide variety of strong (yet expensive) coffee, yummy cake and kink of all variety. All of the patrons were men wearing stockbroker suits. This was the middle of the afternoon and struck me as a bit puzzling. But then I remembered Bret Easton Ellis’ “American Psycho,” and it all made sense. Getting down the pigeon stairs takes concentration, but the comfy red sofas, fetish ink drawings and the display of glass dildos made it worth the risk.

After, we walked over to the Photographer’s Gallery, which I shamfacedly admit never having visited despite the fact that it is free and just down the road from my local Tescos. My favorite was Keith Arnatt, although I could have done without the pictures of the doggie poo. The other stuff was amazing: his obsession with the banal, his juxtaposition of nature with garbage. And, his wife’s letters on envelopes were heartbreaking knowing now that she is dead and this is what he has left of her.

Later, got drunk in the historic Albert Pub on Victoria St. with Petty and PJ. Cried in my beer over missing my fellow American Cassie, who is trapped in L.A. and can’t get out.

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