Anthony Hopkins twice in a day; saw the end of the Remains of the Day and then Hitchcock. The former is a painful watch as the 'indentured' Hopkins is not in touch with his feelings and Emma Thompson goes off on the bus crying. And in Hitchcock he starts off as chauvinistic but becomes more loving and humble. This was at a Tooting film club. In the old days you'd go to the Mitre through the front door and exit 'through the window'; in the new days they show films about reincarnation. It's not a Dystopian vision but a Tootopian one; dropped in at the Gorringe after the free popcorn had gone and it's good there also..gentrification has its merits. I was after rock salt and got it on the 4th shop.
The Litttle Bar (on the prairie) opp the Long Room is a bijou place.

Back from an AGM in Aberdeen; i liked the vision. Sometimes you do get misunderstood even when the intention is good. Met good guys from York, Sweden and Stavanger, Norway. I'm an old timer that's seeking new glories. Through the union of ideas, forward motion. I felt the celtic spirit there; the light was good, saw a trawler on the sea. New stories, not yet told. Didn't see battered haggis. Flew over the dreamy clouds.
Fri did karaoke; When You Tell Me That You Love Me throught poignancy. It was started off in style with a chap doing Tinie Tempah's Pass Out.

You look at James Gandolfini's legacy and you feel sad. Obviously had the Journey song on my mind; re Soprano diner scene. Gandofini said 'a wrong decision is better than indecision'.
Chased a payment; got it and have now closed the door. Get chores out of the way. When you have things on your mind-you go for a drive.

Cor blimes; gonna do some Indonesian Rendang stew. As well as the fragrant but two a penny Thai, Fillipino's pretty darn good.
Keanu Reeves is an interesting character; he gave away much of his monies earned from the Matrix saying 'I have enough to take me into the next century'. When you're thankful for what you have, you'll get by fine. He's close to his mother and shuns the limelight unlike the Karshadians. This spiritual bent comes from his Hawaiian background where they abide by codes of honour. There is a code in prison as cop killer Cregan is about to find out; for taking out women. Most people don't copy tv violence; they can dissociate from fiction but this guy followed the Sopranos and American History X. People like principles; cricketer Hashim Amla is loved..he is contractually obliged to plug beer on his kit..he doesn't, he gets fined every match yet he still does it. And unsurprisingly he comes across as a calm, nice, cool guy. David Warner stood up for him when Joe Root donned an Amla style beard mask. Points from that night; why are opposing teams drinking in the same bar? Save the aggression for the field; we all know Warner likes a sledge. New England aren't demure; they're a bit more boisterous. And why are they necking Jagermeisters? That leads to trouble; stick to a few beers and then you're not letting anyone down.

Fri met up with Buddy in the Falcon. I'm sure the 219 is one of those hydrogen buses. Bumped into John and Mark there; various paths traverse..embrace the moment. One idea leads to another; upward spiralling into control. Sometimes you're a sinner, sometimes you're the patron saint of the virtuous paragon. You can't do everything at the same time; the inner message tells you where you should be.
Thurs was pretty lively at Catford after an innocuous enough start; consolidating new alliances...it's not 2010 and it ain't ever coming back.
Tonight promises to be equally if not more lively Irish hooley style with my equally if not more bad taste bretheren. Cameras, glamour at the ready. Going to a community event now in the rain to give a nod to when growing up. Someone there radiates love and it will be good to add to that feel good energy.

All sorts of funny tweets online; 'the friend zone is in my pants'.
Sometimes you lose the battle but the war isn't over; don't let it be a timesuck in the long run..false momentum You got to be a badass machine. No more near misses but the new age of rich possibility; to be daring. Generate bliss, a kiss at sunset.

London Bridge- Streatham is a good walk; 3 Spoons between Brixton and Streatham to break up with waterstops.
Went Denmark Hill; just one stop from Peckham Rye. We were promised a substantial buffet at the works do but bar types have almost a voracious appetite as film extras so what was there was swiped quickly. I was one of the younger ones there so sometimes social demographics change; some welcomes are warmer than others. Me and Ian went to the Phoenix where the tone was all the more funkier than the previous fourth Spoons of the day. Late night grocery shopping at 1am. Being considered for a Marie Claire fashion shoot on Sun. Sluggishly subversive today.

Bloggi

Was chasing some wages today; wasted train journey, could've spent more time with my nearest and dearest..time is cheap obviously..rudderless into the past.
Wed night went to an environmental event; ecological, carbon footprints, sustainability, landfill. Good bunch, good outlooks.
Sunday's quiet day turned into a not so quiet day. There was an Indian spiritual event in Trafalgar Square and a friend was dancing there. There was blued-up faces a la Avatar.

When Fat Les sings about 'buckets of vindaloo' well it happened; veggie style, on the house. Julie couldn't finish hers so larger lunch for me; the sweet stuff was too sweet and found its way to the wheelie bin. One chap was eating on the move while crossing the road to Whitehall; cheeky mite, at least watch some of the cultural fare on stage.

Bizzyness

Did a long walk, hung out in Greenwich Park with Colin and Drew then went to Farringdon; North East celebration, they're friendly. Didn't do a major night. Once daylight's over it gets cold though it was comfy with shorts earlier.
Fri; saw Phil, Steve and co at the always teeming Market Porter. A train down to Palace; good music at Westow.
Thurs before lunchtime film shoot in Stratford went to the Olympic Park; the sun transported back to Miami, Buenos Aires. Heard some tunes on Paul's decks. On set it was a vegetarian lunch by Polish catering; choc cake for afters. Carpenters Road in the early 90's was a 'shithole'' the route to Hackney Wick is closed off now but it's been done up nice. Turned on the acting, salmon sandwich to take out. Started a long walk from the Holiday Inn; when i got to Bow Selecta i saw a friend at a traffic light cycling. There was a cafe right in front of us; Haze parked her bike and we caught up. You can have old friends in new situations; not just talk about the past..the future waits for no-one. There are different offshoots.

Broken and unbroken

Went early morning cycling in the park; exercise and rhythm..the exhilaration of the air, light. Once you've done some you want to do some more. Sun took in sea breezes down Brighton as well as unbroken sea views which break up ubiquitous urbanscapes. Snakeblood now has Dragon's Blood incense sticks for meditation. Lunch today was dried chillies, black rye bread, hummus, bitter melon and olive oil; breezy not bloaty.

Saw the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. The enchanting undercurrent soothes the soul. See life as a gift. Thrive under pressure. Bill Nighy was the put upon character; his wife wasn't embracing anything..he said things out of pain, not anger. Differing outlooks lead to complications. Neymar shed tears before coming to Barcelona; it's hard if you need to go somewhere else in life. Dreamers see things how they'll be, not as they are. When dreams go another way. Are you going to look back at a load of disintegrated dreams or when something went right?