Among angels

Up to London again, went for a wander around at lunchtime, finding myself in the Garage Art Gallery. Despite working 10 minutes away from it in the past, I'd never been into it. This week there was an exhibition by a guy called Sidney Handel who in 2004 and at the age of 81 joined an art class. He was standing in the little gallery, amid the remnants of peanuts and wine of what I assumed to be his first show, and surrounded by colourful pictures. I found this rather heartening.

Hurried off to take some photos in the graveyard, and enjoyed being among the Victorian angels again. Watched the documentary about the making of Wings of Desire on the DVD, where Wim Wenders makes the link between his film and Rilke's poems. Something very poetic about the graveyard, with its leaning headstones and ornate statuary. Some of the figures almost look as if they could blink open their eyes, and turn their heads.

After work over, I went to the pub with Robbie, The Gnome - and Mark, who is flying off to a new life in New Zealand tomorrow. He has a new job to go to, and will be getting a place with his girlfriend. Talk about leaving your old life behind. A lovely chap. Soon lots of others turned up, for a leaving drink which I stayed at for a bit. Nice to catch up with people, but I feel like Banquo's ghost most of the time.

Home and saw Lorraine briefly - who called around with some lasagna meals on wheels, as she was mid-taxi-ing her daughter.

Below a negative shot of an angel.