Saturday Trip to London

I had a very active Saturday. The boyfriend and I spent a heady 2 hours on the train, which arrived in London in the afternoon. We went to the Louise Bourgeouis exhibition at the Tate Modern, which was very busy, but very nice. I love Bourgeouis. The woman is in her nineties I believe, and she spent her whole life obsessed with motherhood, family, birth, and pregnancy. She presents a lot of non-threatening genitalia in her work, such as boobie sculptures, but they aren’t sexual because they’re in the context of motherhood. Her kids appear in her work, disguised as chairs, and abstract shapes. I could go on for hours, but I won’t.

In the evening we went to an Arcade Fire gig. I love Arcade Fire, and I knew I would enjoy them live, but hell is other people, as someone once said, and it was these Other People that ruined it. There were literally millions of people crammed into Alexandra Palace – I was crushed against a barrier at one point, as the crowd heaved. I tried leaving, and re-entering the hall from the back, which was less crowded. I could see the band but they were little like ants. Luckily they had TV screens to show the band close up. Some girl near to me was so drunk she was swaying and staggering about waving her arms in the air, which turned into waving her jacket in the air, and randomly throwing it over people’s faces. Her boyfriend tried to pretend he wasn’t with her. But she fell on him, and they had an argument, and he dragged her away. Another guy in the crowd was having some kind of religious experience. He was very into the music, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him. As for me, I enjoyed the pretty stage with all the lights, and I enjoyed the music, and it was all ok, I was my usual detached self.

Sunday was a mess. Saturday night had been very tiring, so on Sunday I was pretty much a zombie, pretty much good for nothing except sitting in my jeans without any make up on, sipping diet coke, watching TV with the boyfriend. I was very clumsy and forgetful. I left my front door keys in the frikkin door, so I could have been murdered in my sleep.

Now I’m at work, craving Kinder Eggs and Nurofen Plus, neither of which are available to me right now. I’m plotting what to do with my lunch hour, where to go for my fix. It’s raining, but I have a car. I can drive but the traffic will be heavy. What a dilemma.