More of Banksy

A man in Singapore spray paints a wall= 90 lashes of the cane.
A man in England spray paints a wall= Art Exhibition. Not to be missed.

Venue: A derelict tunnel near Waterloo Station
Vandals/'street artists': Banksy + friends
Visitors: Dad, friend Jason, me.
Verdict: bloody brilliant

Charity begins with Me

My youngest sister, sarah aka pooki aka currently "Cripps" and I have been spending almost all of our spare time together over the past few weeks. Since her nasty accident which left her non-weight-bearing for a good few months, I have nobly taken up the role of designated chauffeur. Of course with a P-reg non-airconditioned-casette playing-Rover like mine, it was easy to understand why she had proudly allocated me the part. While Nadine was away sunning herself in the Italian Riviera, Cripps and I took it upon ourselves to explore the sunny delights of London: Restaurants, Borough market, cafes, the cinema, Black Heath, Greenwich vintage&charity shops. Cripps is now remarkably deft on crutches..able to eat an ice-cream or talk on the phone while steaming on ahead. Am proud of her progress!

Nadine and I went to watch this play based on a short story by Edgar Allan Poe. It was THE most deliciously incredible experience. We were taken through a side door of the battersea arts theatre and immediately found ourselves in a pitch black room covered in thick velvet curtains. We were each handed a mask..a door opened and we stepped into the world of the masque of the red death.

It is hard to describe exactly what takes place but you just start wandering around the massive, dark building..opening doors..or following actors as they ran by. There were no signs or instructions. You basically wrote your own play. I was hugged by a pale, ill-looking actress at one point then we were lead through the fireplace to a secret room behind a wardrobe by another. Actors would come out of nowhere and interact for a brief period, then split to go their seperate ways and whoever you chose to follow..your story would take a completely different path. We wandered through tiny attics, to a huge marble staircase..found ourselves 'outside' and then down a crypt to watch a woman be buried. There was no interval. Somewhere in the middle of the building was a bar with an ongoing cabaret performances (you could even walk to the backstage room) which the actors would appear in then disappear back. There, you could take off your mask and watch the show before putting it on to return to darkness. There is a feeling of complete dislocation, of sharing this intimate experience with others there yet having a completely unique experience of your own .

The following is a review from the Guardian:

"The fascinating thing about this immersive theatre experience is its duality - something in the way it works allows you to be both spectator and participant simultaneously. It's like those wonderful moments between waking and sleeping, when you feel as if you have some control over your dreams, but they still veer off in wild directions."

Isle of Wight Festival 2007

I absolutely LOVE Paolo Nutini. if i ever have a son...please let him look and sing like this.

It's amazing how work causes one to age..

Dental Beer Race 2006

Desperate Housewife


Dental Beer Race 2007

'Werthers Original' Grandad

Fond Childhood memories..

3 little monkeys...barefoot as usual and always climbing or dangling from somewhere! It's no wonder I ended up breaking my arm twice!



Fun in the garden with pops!