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H.O.U.S.E. spells houses

H.O.U.S.E. spells houses

DTT and met my old mentor colin (crisford) who's still teaching me how to use cameras.
this time the MPP 5x4 i bought off ebay.

had lunch at soho house with paul (copeland).

bought 'i'm a real photographer' by keith arnat.
and a welsh guard army jacket with nice gold braiding round the left arm...mainly to cover up my 'i support single mums' t-shirt that seemed to be offending more than i intended
and to keep warm when i went to see a press screening of anton's 'control' with mal and GG (thanks che).
it was VERY good and deserves the high critical acclaim its been recieving.

very funny in places:
"wheres my £20?"
"its in my 'fuck off' pocket".

met che after and we all went over to shoreditch house.
my first time there.
its gorgeous.
was spolit by several suited twats who felt the ned to snigger at me/ my attire.
bizarre that the 'trendy' east london could be so conservative...mind you it IS a little close to the 'city'.

not that i don't like being laughed at: i'm happy to be of service.
but i don't like certain types of suits.
theirs is an awkward laugh: i can't be belittled by little people.

weird that i could almost see our old loft in curtain road from the roof and i was right in the middle of my old east london manner but it has changed SOOOooooo much.
i like cool and chic but i miss that grotty old (character-full) east end.

left as some preppy folk jumped in the rooftop pool and had a 'race' in their pants while their friends cheered them on: "woo: yeaaah." and some girls pulled off bras and jumped in, in their shirts and knickers.
SO LAME and NOT rock and roll, debauched or cool.
depressingly safe and m.o.r.
i expect they thought they were being REALLY CRAAAAAZZZY man.

checked into the very strange (much more craaazzzzy) 'yacht hotel' next to the excel exhibition space in the docklands.
have a huge cabin with balcony overlooking the water.
strange smelling cleaning products have been used here though...