Weekend

Dom was over for Friday and Saturday nights ... first night out with friends in Camden and ready to depart for Brighton the following day for a house party of a girl he met in Dublin.  I didn't go out on Friday, just a quiet night in.  Was maybe going to go to a dance show in the Tate Modern turbine hall but it meant standing for two hours and I didn't fancy.  Murray was also meant to be in packing for her trip to Ghana but obviously didn't show up til about 10:30pm.  Walked Dom to ASDA on Saturday and then went off for a gym session.  Read for the afternoon and then Deb came over in the evening to get stoned and wait to let Dom back in the house.  Haven't smoked for ages and got really giggly and had an amazing time.

Dom came home and we watched TV for a bit then to bed.  Sunday he went off to Dad's house and I went to the gym while waiting for mum to arrive.  She finally arrived about 2 after a nightmare journey of rail replacement and closed tube lines.  Saw her for an hour then cycled over to Queensway to Doig's hosue for lunch.  Stopped off in Hyde Park for a quick cigarette and chat with Isi and Brittany.  Had lovely lunch of Roast chicken and then sat on his balcony having a glass of wine or too.  Then borrowed Doig's clothes and cycled into town to go to Ku Bar.  Had a good dance in the skimpiets outfit I've ever worn in public.  Had to leave urgently when Henry tried to set me up with an unattractive greas haired mook with drugs all over his face.  It was only midnight but my back was hurting and I was ready to go anyway.

Monday went to Leung's Legend with mum and Miriam and then to the Picasso show at the National Gallery.  It was a good show - always great to see Picassos - if not a bit shorter than I was expecting.  Saw his version of Las Meninas for the first time and absolutely loved it.  Maybe it appeals to my art histroian side but there was a lot of clever interpretation and response to the Valesquez.  Particularly in his representation of the artist - seems to me Picasso was depicting him as a superior man of intuition, insight and creativity - a ball of energy and a conduit for inspiration compared to the more conventioanlly rendered images of the Spanish Royal family.