It’s been a good weekend. Saturday was slow – mostly. I started with a training session at 10am, which was fun. The grass was still damp with dew and looked beautiful whenever we had to lie on our fronts. My folks came for a visit then I settled down to watch a DVD. Thanks to a colleague at work I’ve now got a 3-month lovefilm trial, which started with Tideland. I’ve decided Terry Gilliam is a director I prefer reading about than watching (it’s probably not a good sign that my favourite Gilliam movie is Lost in La Mancha).
I was up way too early this morning for my visit to London to celebrate Mr. Punch’s birthday. I picked up some interesting books and watched a few shows. The last one I saw disappointed me by ending with Mr. Punch being taken to hell by the devil – but I did see a baby fed to a crocodile. I resisted the temptation to buy the ready-to-go rig and set myself up as a professor. For a start, I’d prefer to make my own outfit. And I need to practise with the swazzle before investing the money.
I crossed Londonn in the beautiful weather and met nwv at Tate Britain where she wanted to see the last day of the Peter Doig show. While the display was better than Iron Man, I always find painting difficult to respond to. There were some fantastic pieces, such as those inspired by Friday the 13th and his ‘Man dressed as a bat‘, a bold reinvention of the Batman character.my mailing list