Hail Britannia.....ha

You know its one thing to have written a huge long post and then lose it but its another to write a huge long post, pay for the privilege of using the internet and then lose it all. grrrr. Anyway i am just writing to sate the hunger of those mewling creatures whose only purpose in life seems to be tasting the sweet necter of pauls words. I am in London at the minute in the hotel lobby doing a bit of study. Thats write you heard me right, it has to be done cuz i have been putting it off for so long, i am just doing an hour or two of it before i meet up with shea and we go to the Natural History Museum which should be fun, i am meeting up with Rachel then for a while afterwards.

I will blog about my snowboarding last week when i get home and can post some pictures but it was indeed very good fun. I have been in London since yesterday and have mostly just been walking around. I went to the Museum of Art and Design yesterday which was full of cool shit from Asia, India, Europe and Africa throughout the ages, some class samuri swords and statues and stuff. It was when i went to the comtempory stuff that i decided that i should go look at some modern art, you know how that feeling just comes upon you, well James does i'm sure.

So off i went down to the Tate Modern on the Thames. It was free in like the other place so i just strolled around to my leisure. I saw all the stuff which included some Dali, Bacon and Picasso but all in all i did not really like it. Perhaps it is my complete lack of artistic knowledge or perhaps it was the lack of slepp but i came out thinking that i have just seen mostly a pile of rubbish, i was just not in the mood for thinking about things myself. It was also mostly paintings except for the warehouse full of white boxes and i mostly prefere abstract sculpture or architecture, the museum itself was pretty class and led to a really funky bridge over the Thames.

Afterwards i went home and freshened up and then myself and Shea made our way to Kingston to see rachel's play. It started off in the Theatre with a bit of interpretive dance about getting ready for a night out and then they were handing out invitations and jumping off the stage and it ended up with a conga line through housing estates and dark alleys till it lead to a pub and the rest of the play was in a function room in the back. I must say that Rachel was the best sex crime victim i saw in long time. So between that crazy shit and the Tate in general and then this morning a looked at conor's blog my mind feels funny. The world is gone loco, there is no Truth only lots of truths, its po-mo, or maybe neo-po-mo.....ya

As for amanda, i actually had a dream about you last night, i was in New Zealand in Aucland and rang you to meet you but i got mistaken and said i was in Wellington and then my credit ran out.

And Laina, i though that God acted in his mysterious way and smote down all camera's in that nest of iniquity. i remember mine stopping work in the pub beforehand and only starting to work back in the Hostel. I will have to see this picture, i hope it is not that one with Robert.......