there's a country not far from here, a race not dissimilar to me.they arent hairy backed with big feet and live in Gondor,they are quite human i might say.they live in a little square inch of england and its called wales.Cardiff ,(sounds a little like non-milky butter),is its most cosmo city.its home to the millenium stadium and..uh uh
we dropped in on a big rugby day,millenium stadium was sure to be packed to the rafters,heaving like an over stuffed blood sausage. it was gonna blow ,splatter like a jackson pollock master piece.but only in time. that time was after the game,and boy did it splatter. the entire city of Cardiff got stuck into this sporting event like an over keen 13year old bear foot rugby player. people were bloodied in their red wales jerseys and flags. in a bit of a mental manoeuevr or not we decided to head to cardiff bay which is a hope skip and jump from the city centre rather then breathe in the drunken stench of a victorious country. i really needed to see a Richard Rogers building,the welsh general assembly.its pretty simple in its form,pretty transparent like all modern day public buildings,yet it has a ceiling which is gloriously detailed in strip timber in a most curvaceous,voluptuous way.you almost wana caress it.but its too high and you might just get a splinter.
on returning to the city after the rugger,there was absolute chaos-pubs packed and fish and chips shops doing over time.at the end of the exhausted night the city swam in a pool of its own vomit, in dirtied bags and short sleeved heroes. a crazy city indeed and one that needs to be torn apart
so monday nights are those slow ones where by i recharge the proverbial battery,stick on the telly, make a splash of pasta and increase by medical knowledge while watching ER. but a couple kids from work were heading to the 'poob' for a cupla toots.so i hailed my horse,rode on,lassooed the boy to his watering trough and sauntered into the Masque Bar.early enter early leave. and to Tescoes i did go.italian pasta made in england and mushroom sauce for the nights feasting,toothpaste for those glinting pearly whites and soap for a daisy freshness. packet in hand and i was going underground. im no paranoid android, but i see im being watched,or so i thought, by this foxy uber babe. now im a pretty mysterious sorta chap,never venturing to the same place at the same time on any given sunday.so i never usually catch the Highbarnet branch of the northern line but i figured on a night like this id launch a cherry flavoured assault on the aforementioned tiger. meanwhile out of the dark little pokey corner of my glazed blood shot eyeball i could see this other sugar enquiring about her journey from a boozer,with limp arms and sweaty armpits. in my opinion he was making an absolute abortion of the interrogation.
im just about to mount the super tube when the sugar asked me for directions. always keen to help, but 'caught between Iraq and a hard place' i answered with Yoda like wisdom. all of a sudden the doors begin to whistle,'come in boy or stay out cos this boats on the high road home.' my arms are all over the show- in the tube out the tube, with packet without packet. luckily i manage to extricate myself knowing that if i didnt id be a 'quarter chicken mild peri peri with fries on the side, oh and an ice cold coca cola to go.' but unlike Indiana jones who always retrieves his hat, my poor lonely bag of shnacks was caught hanging in the door,all exposed with nowhere to go.i waved like a storm trooper, but to no avail.
good bye little packet, it was nice to know you, may you and your contents feed a thousand impoverished ethiopians.
the serpentine gallery is a square. it sits in hydepark in a forest and rolling green scape. it aint much bigger than a rubics cube and in it an artist had injected it with an installation of everyday corridors. rather strange ill say.hmm contemporary art? what does it all mean?
ey oh far flung ones hope youre all doing well, and if you arent,suck on a Chupa Chup 'cos it aint gonna suck itself.
stay well, until we meet again adieu adieu
the dan russian bear hunter masters swordsman and stand in action figurine to Russel crow in the movie Gladiator.
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