Brighton condensed

To my art class this morning, and spent a happy couple of hours trying to draw people without making them look like mutants. A BT engineer arrived shortly after I got home, and Lorraine and I thought he needed a refund from whatever charm school he went to. Rude and abrupt, although his work was neat. 

I made off to see Anton this evening, met at the Evening star, stopped off at the Great Eastern and ended up in a cafe bar called Presuming Ed's on London Road. Lots to catch up on as we'd not seen each other for weeks. 

Both of us loved Presuming Eds condensing an essence of Brighton. It was a chaotic student place, with plastic limbs  brandishing lightbulbs from the ceiling, areas of giant spider models, and ancient cigarette advertising lightshades, a large shark model with its jaws clamping on a large teddy bear of some description. Toby phoned shortly after we arrived, and Anton was able to chat to him too.

It only served halves, and we sat there on stools around a raised table, which had false human legs on one end, sipping a series of halves and chatting to a young woman was setting up some mysterious sound equipment. Eventually and with no ceremony our announcement at all the music commenced. (There was however a short statement of solidarity with the trans community, reflecting the UK high court's decision this week which suggests the definition of a woman is that of a person born a woman, which has sent the TERFs into triumphalist glee and transgender people into despair.)

The music was an agriculturally ambient take on early Tangerine Dream but was nothing less than interesting. Lots of folks sitting about taking it very seriously too.

Anton and I then off to the pizza place then sauntered back to the Station to go our separate ways.

Below one of the sketches from today, a woman sitting on an invisible stool, and scenes inside Presuming Eds. Anton took the table legs.