Clubbing

It has been an artistic hell-hole lately, nothing to do, nothing to write about.

However, i have started on my 'study of the crucifixion' canvas, at the moment it looks like a purple blob, finalised christmas shopping, have to wrap those presents though... and i went out clubbing last night.

I was feeling particularly dis-interested in it all but wanted to just escape for a bit amongst the electro-inspired tribal beats, gin filled euphoria. I was hoping i could observe Pete squirming in the primal environment of Pheonix but he was a few meters away from a cafe i was rendevouing which lead him somewhere along oxford street and then back into hyde park being harrassed by random strangers.

Anyway, so descending the underworld of clubland detaching myself from this epileptic world and threw myself round for 3 hrs.
I've made it 4a.m my cut off point because i want to be presentable on sundays for cafe society.
Ben drayton took us on a peculiar trip with forrays into funk, electro, hip hop but kept it solid on the tribal front. At times he lost us, so much for artists.
I'm interested in the Thursday nights there, "minimalist german electronica" can you imagine the severity?
On new years mandy rollins (omg God is a woman) will be doing 10 till 10 set. Now she's juicy-tribal.. it's like having an orgasm, continuously, popular with lesbians however since it will be a public holiday the next day... i think it will be very popular.

Whilst thrashing about last night i accidentally burped in the face of a really cute guy.

Today was, difficult.
I limped round latteria, stanley street cafes and helped andrew wrap some christmas presents, i accidentally wrapped my shoes and spent the whole afternoon looking for them.

ah.

I think i'm back.