It's a London Life

Kunst Alert! Kunst Alert! Take a walk through "London's trendy Hoxton Square", stumbling through the detritus as you go & head straight into the White Cube. Prepare to be amazed.  Then gorge yourself with Kunst ... with Marcus Harvey's "White Riot" as your starter, main & dessert. Kunst factor: 11/10 Another free in Olde London Town.

We've known it for some time and now we have the proof. That's right, Gordon Brown is not of this earth. Having firstly co-engineered a global economic disaster with that other alien G Bush (same intitals too) and secondly further weakened our military strength by encouraging nuclear disarment, Gordon Brown's real masters have this morning been revealed hovering threateningly over the Houses of Parliament in white blobs captured on camera by Mr Derek Burden of Leverington, Cambs. In an unnatributed quoute  Mr Burdon said "It's just like something from Dr Who". Indeed. Did Andrew T.Davies have a hand in this we wonder? We should be told. Read the Telegraph article here: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/5007735/UFOs-photographed-over-London.html

Growing up in my grandparents house meant we were greeted every morning by a moody, squint-eyed, cigar-chomping, stetson-wearing cowboy, staring down at us from his position above the gas-fire. Shee-it, I must have seen that picture on a daily basis for at least 15 years. A couple of decades later and The Man With No Name is still with us, dissing 'the pussy generation ' and telling us how it is, in this month's Esquire magazine. Most noticeably of all ol' 'No Name' reveals a zen-like mastery of the creative process with platitude such as: ' "We've come this far, let's not ruin it by thinking." Children teach you that you can still be humbled by life, that you learn something new all the time. That's the secret to life, really -- never stop learning. It's the secret to career. I'm still working because I learn something new all the time. It's the secret to relationships. Never think you've got it all. We were doing In ...

At college I thought Architecture was the chosen course for dreary middle class morons but 20 years hence I find myself marvelling at Prague's Baroque churches, Ancient Rome's Parthenon, the cliff-hugging marvels of Positano and even the floodlit NFT on the Southbank. So, of course, last Thursday night meant a trip to the Barbican for the 'Le Corbusier' exhibition. What to expect from a person who calls themself 'Le Corbusier'? A certain pretense, peut etre? Well, I wasn't disappointed. Whilst strolling around the first floor of the exhibition a gentlemen next to me suddenly started to declaim ("I am an acrobat of forms, player with forms ...") from the balcony in a mid-atlantic accent as a mournful flute joined in. And was that a discordant piano turning the duo into a trio? It was indeed. How fantastic. A post modern (remember that term?) musical performance (of Xennakis) during a modernist architectural exhibition in the Barbican. It all fell in...