However, I'm not, so...

I plan to attend this instead... Eat your heart out Somerset House, it's free and on my doorstep.

If I was in London...

I would definitely be moseying along to this to have a perv at this little (pussy)kat...

A period of adjustment

Slowly merging from the safety shackles of a new house I ventured out into the not so big, but still fairly daunting city of Bristol. My first stop the job centre, it carried all the usual hallmarks of incompetency on my first visit they managed to give my dole card to another (of the male variety), second visit I was informed I needed to start looking for admin roles, a result of the 'shrinking' job market was their official line. Visit number three provided me with a comprehensive list of websites I should be looking at, only one bore any relevance, still the lady had taken on a mothering role, which may come back to haunt me at a later date.

From London to Bristol.

My room has been transformed over a three day period to resemble a sea of boxes and cheap laundry bags, packed with my life's treasures and items I should have ditched a long time ago, in short, it looks a little sad. This weekend I plan to do all the regular 'unoriginal' London activities that have filled my life since arriving here six years ago... go to the park (London Fields), Broadway Market, local pubs and entertain friends at home. A fitting closure to a wonderful adventure that has been cut short in the pursuit of love. Is this the last time I name London as my postal address? Que sera. All the sirens and sick fail to err the diamond in the rough, the freedom and buzz I encounter when strolling down the street or cruising on my bicycle, cannot be diminished. Yet there are new pleasures that await, a garden, more open space, an open fire, less trampling, more time focused inward. Bristol holds new possibilities, new music, new friends and new memories, yet without London this would be inconcievable, for it has shaped me, guided me and given me love...

Where the Wild Things Are...

I'm sure most are aware of the upcoming release of Where the Wild Things Are, a movie adaptation of the beloved childhood book. Spike Jonze is at the helm as director and the soundtrack features Arcade Fire (and I'm sure many others). On paper it really has the potential, as with all great books, their is always a fear of adaptation, I'll be happy if it lives up to 80% of my anticipation for the film. Here's a little preview to whet your appetite...