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"you must set about it more slowly, almost stupidly. force yourself to write down what is of no interest, what is most obvious, most common, most colourless...."
"make an inventory of your pockets, of your bag... question your teaspoons"
george perec
so in the spirit of the mass obsevation twelfth day surveys...
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woken up by a clanky combination of beer delivery to the white horse and crows on the roof come for their cheese and nuts breakfast. turns out there's a skip in the road too - the first i've seen down here. the man who stands in his window all day like he's in kraftwerk is already up there in the black and yellow egyptian thing next to the paladium. it's dark and gloomy. tea - pg in the titan missile museum mug. soya milk no sugar. the refigerated lorry has arrived for it's daily attempt to rattle the place to pieces - if you ever need cover for a bit of drilling into a bank vault from the shop next door a brakes food delivery van will do it just fine. more tea.
up and at 'em and down to eagle place for as much marveling sighing and desperate hand wringing as i can get in before the fuckers tear it all down. tea and a custard tart in sergio's. baron of piccadilly has been a place of wonder and a shop front to salute especially of a winters evening when the sign has a soft gorgeous glow for as long as i can remember and i promise to buy something there before it's rubble honest.
goddamn you crown estates.
come the glorious day.... well we'd all be puffing on whopping great cubans from m. landow as the bastards begged for mercy (which we'd give gawd help us) if only we'd stepped up just a little bit sooner just treasured that beautiful alley that saved us the marauding tourist hordes of a long given up piccadilly circus as we zipped through down to jermyn street and on to the park
and on down to bates. deep breaths. home before there's tears. the bastards. in a city full of horribleness why did the rotters have to pick one of my favourite bits. bugger.
home. sulking. in the spirit of the thing empty handbag -
bag of walnuts (for feeding squirrels in the park)
flier for vintage film season at prince charles cinema
brolley
pen (black stabilo s)
lip conditioner (mac - virtuous violet)
oyster card
five pence piece
holga camera
ventolin inhaler
wallet - tatty black mess with losing lottery tickets sticking out
key ring - three keys and welcome to london bus
true confessions dvd i forgot to return to the library (must remember tomorrow or else). it was nowhere near as good as i remembered it neither
crumbs (assorted)
decide that that's about as much excitement as anyone can take and call this whole thing off till the same time next month
>sergio mendes & brasil 66 - look around
gene pitney - i must be seeing things
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nb - some dates may've been changed to protect the lazy and good fer nuthin'