Another late night due to insomnia until 2am. pah. Although I don’t feel as bad today as I did yesterday. Maybe that’s due to the impact of a second day’s heavy morning caffeine intake.
I spent last night with Hazel doing her appraisal and my values etc grid. And then reading, trying to sleep, reading some more, getting up to finish off the pineapple, reading some more and then finally snoozing off sometime after 2am. On the plus side, at least it gave me an excuse to finish off Paul Aster’s [Tales of American Life], which I thoroughly enjoyed – even the spooky stories.
It’s annoying that I can’t figure out what’s causing it – I’m not cousciously worrying about anything 🙁 The only things I can think of is that it might be early anticipation of the trip to Cambodia, or perhaps the work situation is niggling away beneath the surface still.
Whatever the cause is, I wish it would GO AWAY!
I had a really good weekend with Laura visiting, but am feeling a leeetle tired today as a result. Two late nights and both partyish nights at that. Friday with Phil at Stef’s 30th+3, with snail’s pace bus journeys as the traffic crawled through the Old Street/Shoreditch road works and lots of waiting in the stairrod rain, and then drinking and dining and then drinking some more on Saturday evening through to Sunday morning with Laura and Hazel. Discovered a great Italian restaurant about 5 minutes from Clapham Common tube, which we shared with a raucous table of italian ladies on a hen night (definitely a good sign!!), and that SoshoMatch on Tabernacle Street is open to 3am, and only charges £3 for the priveledge, plus no queue. Definitely a bonus compared with other places we check out on our walking tour of Trendy Shoreditch bars.
And we really did induldge ourselves on the gastronomic front, being ladies who lunch at Fortnum & Mason’s on Saturday lunchtime (We walked it off around Bond Street and the other expensive shopping areas before heading home to CJ though), and a restorative Banana Leaf Canteen at 3pm on Sunday (after slowing coming to with the help of Hollyoaks and a double helping of Dawson’s Creek.
I’ve not really done much navel gazing on the career front, but I plan to tonight. and to do boring minutes for our freehold co meeting before R.I.T. gets on my case.
And if I get chance I’m going to buy a signal booster from argos for my telly. I’m planning on this one by LabGear. Selected on the basis that it sounds like it does what I need, it looks nice, and it’s cheaper than the other one.
Met Kate and Janette for a veggie lunch at The Place Below, which is the place whose recipe book I raised for last night’s luxury comfort cuisine created for me and Phil. I’ll freely admit that I’m a poor cook – a legacy of not being in a position to practice my Tudor Grange Home Economics skills at university, and not really being interested in cooking for one thereafter. Still, Ragout of Wild and Field Mushrooms proved simple and relatively speedy to create – handy given that Phil made it to my front door before I did….
“Me and Mary with palm trees and an exploding volcano“
An early piece by Barney Cuba Angell Loosemore, 2002
Part of a private collection, currently on display at Simmons & Simmons, CityPoint, London.
Monday ended up on a lighter note, as Janette and I went to a corporate sponsors’ private viewing of the Gainsborough exhibition which included access to the Turner Prize 2002 exhibition at Tate Britain.
The exhibitions were ok, but I wouldn’t bother paying to see them with the crowds. The gainsborough in particular doesn’t live up to it’s marketing hype. Well, unless you’re an art historian, I suppose.