Life Less Literary

Met up with JC last night, at long last. We were intending to go to a BIMA Soho Talk on WAP, but found a bunch of design lecturers hanging out in the same building and thought they might be more interesting. We schmoozed long and hard, accepting Natalie’s kind and frequent offers of wine and sushi, and discussing… can’t quite remember what. There were quite a few offers of wine in particular, I seem to recall.

Back to JC’s flat, which is awesome - a penthouse on the corner of Wimpole Street. In the days when I worked just North of Bond Street tube, I used to gaze into these huge ornate houses, mostly wasted as doctors’ and accountants’ offices, and wish that I could own one. Inside was even better than expected - huge rooms, a kitchen to die for, windows “full of character” and an unrivalled view across genteel urban sprawl. So of course we crashed and played Tekken. Some of the old moves were still there, but I just couldn’t get Yoshimitsu to do his sword thang.

Slept on a very comfy sofa in a very comfy sleeping bag under a very comfy duvet. Dreamt lots & lots & lots, losing all but traces the moment I awoke. No… hang on… there were some kids came to the door, kinda trick or treat… had to fetch them a drink, but we only had water… wierd activity going on around the side garage… some kinda inflatible thing… paddling pools in the garden… nah, it’s gone. I remember having a dream argument with Niina as well. Trying to imagine how to describe Niinality, I would let her do it herself and it would go something like this:

Dan: Niina, how would you describe yourself?
Niina: Why do you want to know?
Dan: Just answer the question, will you?
Niina: Why do you want to know?
Dan: OK, I’m just putting together this explanation of what you’re like. So, will you help me do it?
Niina: No
Dan: But, if you don’t then I’m just going to have to make it all up myself, and that’ll be far worse. So waddya say, will you?
Niina: No, why should I.
Dan: Oh, go on, you’re such a killjoy.
Niina: Fuck off.
Dan: Asshole.
Niina: Fuck off.
Dan: Asshole.
Niina: Fuck off.
Dan: Asshole.
Niina: Fuck off.

…etc. This can, and usually does, carry on for hours, days even.