Playtime
Had a nice mooch through Brighton with Anton today. Dropped into the drum shop on Trafalgar street and chatted to the owner and timidly tapped all kinds of drums and percussion instruments. Then up to the guitar shop where there were some splendid guitars. I was gloating over several but tore myself away before I did something rash. Then we mooched on through record stores where Anton pursued his vinyl fixation, and was searching for something new and exciting to listen to. We didn't find anything, but it was fun anyway. We drank hot chocolate in Red Roaster. The chocolate there is so thick it is like some kind of runny mousse. Or at least a mule deer.
Back home in the afternoon for a snooze and then did a couple of hours work on the dratted hogsite, before zooming off to Lorraine's in the cold, after scoring some beers and sorbets. Lorraine lives in a street where many of the neighbours are friends, and her pals Sarah and JD put on a curry night, where all the guests brought boozes and an Indian dish of surprising quality. Lorraine took one of her justly famed dhals.
Lots of fun, and some really nice people. I was talked to most people. Brighton is so very arty, it rocks. There were teachers, a translator, a journalist, two designers, a banker, a sculptor, someone who worked in an agency. Also JD (pronounced jhee-day as he is of a French persuasion) who has lots of early street art examples and memorabilia in his house, which was interesting to see.
Really enjoyed this injection of new people, after being cooped up in my study for what has seemed like ages. At last a bit of playtime.
Had a nice mooch through Brighton with Anton today. Dropped into the drum shop on Trafalgar street and chatted to the owner and timidly tapped all kinds of drums and percussion instruments. Then up to the guitar shop where there were some splendid guitars. I was gloating over several but tore myself away before I did something rash. Then we mooched on through record stores where Anton pursued his vinyl fixation, and was searching for something new and exciting to listen to. We didn't find anything, but it was fun anyway. We drank hot chocolate in Red Roaster. The chocolate there is so thick it is like some kind of runny mousse. Or at least a mule deer.
Back home in the afternoon for a snooze and then did a couple of hours work on the dratted hogsite, before zooming off to Lorraine's in the cold, after scoring some beers and sorbets. Lorraine lives in a street where many of the neighbours are friends, and her pals Sarah and JD put on a curry night, where all the guests brought boozes and an Indian dish of surprising quality. Lorraine took one of her justly famed dhals.
Lots of fun, and some really nice people. I was talked to most people. Brighton is so very arty, it rocks. There were teachers, a translator, a journalist, two designers, a banker, a sculptor, someone who worked in an agency. Also JD (pronounced jhee-day as he is of a French persuasion) who has lots of early street art examples and memorabilia in his house, which was interesting to see.
Really enjoyed this injection of new people, after being cooped up in my study for what has seemed like ages. At last a bit of playtime.
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