in reverse

Fairly typical a morning and brilliantly blue-skyed, though the layer of ice over the car porch, cracked by an uneven freeze and dry as the crisp air, said plenty about the temperature outside. Turned on the jets, upped the temperature and jacked off in the shower after weeks of self-neglect, then packed, headed out, and waited for a bus. The bus came. Got on, got off, slumped into a seat aboard a train and watched jaded morning-people while listening to Beck's impassioned Lonesome Tears. Fell out at Vauxhall. Waited for the tube; the tube came. Got on, got off, jogged up the escalator and came out onto the Euston Road. Walked towards King's Cross to find a train to Cambridge, but took a planned detour to the British Library, along the way, to see an exhibition I've wanted to catch for a while, featuring, as it does, Zhao Yannian's graphic-novel-like lianhuanhua ("linked serial pictures"), The Biography of Ah Q; really something else. Got back, caught a movie, solo, at the last minute - Lost in Translation, finally - and sat down here to type this.

Last night, was a little less ordinary, courtesy of Matt; after a rather fine dinner at The Real Greek - I warmly recommend this one to gourmands and sitiophobes alike - we landed at The Circus Space, where he dabbles in body slinging, to watch a variety of performances in the circus arts. I enjoyed almost everything, to a greater or lesser extent, from the exciting acrobatics to the more static pieces involving strength, coordination, and a keener sense of balance than I'll ever have. I don't think that any of the performers were professionals, which was rather impressive, if not inspiring outright. Yet something else to try, though the abilities of the utterly captivating contortionist will forever be out of my reach, accidents notwithstanding.

Afterwards, we went in search of an artery.

Between Friday afternoon and Saturday morning, I might well have eaten my body-weight in food. Jon, wherever you are, I love you, but you're evil and I never want you to visit me again. Unless you bring brownies.