I'm busy applying for jobs and hunting through boxes of hastily packed things and trying to do fun things that cost little to no money. I can't really look for somewhere to live until I have a steady job organised. I had a nasty bout of gastritis last week, and I was anxious that my stomach ulcer was coming back, but it seems to be ok now after a box of Lansoprazole and a week of super-boring food. Also, my nan is dying, and my grandad has Alzheimer's, and my mum is also looking for work, and it's all everything happening at once still. Things will be better when I have a job and a home, and things settle down again. Overall I will be ok. (Obviously my grandparents won't though). Hope the ex rots in hell though.
I have a lot of photos to edit and post, of abandoned science labs, and topiary and other things, but I'll do them when I get round to it.
Yesterday I went to London in an attempt to return some expensive DM shoes I had only had for 4 months, which had a split sole already. They wouldn't let me return them because I didn't have the receipt, so I had to lug them round all day. I'll see if I can get them fixed, or returned via head office. It's not what you expect when you buy Dr Marten's shoes.
I was also there to go to a private view for my friend
Mark Pembrey. He does fantastic things with typography and printmaking, and he had an exhibition at
Woolfson and Tay, a bookshop in Bermondsey. For some reason, I was expecting it to be in an old quaint building on a market square, but Bermondsey Square turns out to be super modern. In fact they were filming a reality show there, where various famous
people had to run a restaurant/hotel. There were quite a few bored
looking locals standing around outside the restaurant window to see if
they could get a peek of anyone famous. The bookshop's great anyway (although wonderful bookshops are always painful when I'm broke) and I had a better time at the private view, chatting to
Erika, Mark,
Zoe and our teacher
Graham than I ever would have had standing around outside a tv set.
In between, I met up with
Vicky and two other girls from her illustration course, and we mooched around interesting shops and ate some (always fantastic) ice cream at
Gelupo and oohed and ahhed over art books we can't afford.
These paper cutouts are about a centimetre tall. You could buy them in a laser-cut postcard to punch out yourself, but each card was £15. I couldn't find them on
Magma Book's website though, so I have no idea who the designer is.
I also loved this badge and button map of the UK & Ireland by
Vicky Cockell in the
Festival Hall shop. There are lots of little in jokes in the choice of badges. Yorkshire is marked with a Kes badge, and Waterford with a "I cracked the Crystal Maze" one. I would love to own it, but it costs £250, and I have much more neccessary things to do with £250, so I'll have to stick to admiring it.
Also, me & Vicky shared a starter at dinner that was amazing. It was slices of polenta, topped with creamy sauce and sliced mushrooms and herbs. I want to cook it for myself now.
Also, I was in the supermarket with
Tukru the other day, and they had a vending machine that sold Hello Kitty charms of starsigns. I put some money in, and joked that if I got Capricorn, my starsign, then it was obviously a mystic sign that my luck was finally turning. I
did get Capricorn on the first go!