Going to a film reviewers event; get the prestige up.
Gambhir..rebukes his players publicly, confronts the opposition on a personal level, has bad body language ie not encouraging and plays up what he does. Doesn't have big shots; consign to the scrapheap. The game changes even within a year; and you have to be the game changer to be a step ahead so that your stock rises again.
See, Ian Harvey was a guest on the IPL show yesterday and Shonali was not there.

You should mock your detractors as Dani Alves did in a slightly mad way.
After buying alstroemarias i got some chrysanthemums, and some Ung Choi.
Starc was giving Pujara and Sehwag jip; the latter gave it back matter of factly.
I'm already disturbed by Panorama expose on mistreatment of elderly people in 'care' homes and that's just the trailer and it's not on till Wed; grim viewing is assured.

Met a new friend yesterday; likes buses, we have mutual friends..the ever traversing paths of life. Things are juxtaposed; next  to each other in a linear way. Rural fascination; gave a high ahead of a comedown. Norfolk; some people glare at you, barge past you and others are curious and interested in you. It's a good arty, cultural vibe. In retrospect should've pulled this choirgirl there but was busy with my coterie.
Playhouse looks so good. Have to act in different roles, projects.
Dominic Cork; what a cunt. As a player his combattive sledging especially with Glenn McGrath was not bad value. But his behaviour with Shonali Nagrani, who is as bright as she is striking, was poor. He disagreed with every single opinion she proffered, all of which were valid, because he didn't like an Asian girl having views; he's shown himself to have very little substance. I recall Ian Harvey not getting on with her. In life the chat comes for free.
If my presence is seen as divisive by some it's probably down to my self-inflicted wounds. A friend yesterday thinks i've not done wrong, bless her. If i've tried too hard some things are not coming back. Keep it going; around for as long as people get value from me, in the face of some domestic disenfranchisement with myself. God/ the higher picture sees where you are, and where you can be. Gratitude gives off the right vibration.
When horrible things have been done you cannot expect objectivity. Inhumane treatment will get a human response. That includes systematic theft of resources and collective potential.

There are great interconnections. Free the system's shackles; the pain isn't going to write itself, i lived as i died.

Maxwell for Kings X1 plays like KP; he's got every flashy shot. And then he reminds of Lara with his placement. In life magic makes the impossible happen that others can't do.
In amidst the Moyes malarky Burnley have been promoted. What an insult to world managers like Klopp that the job had gone to Moyes in the first place. Archaic catches up with you as Everton fans made known on Sunday. Nothing blows more refreshing than the breeze of positivity (Martinez) who could easily manage in Spain for an Atletico. Fergie ran the media, the refs and players careers and it continued with not appointing Mourinho. Even having Simeone for two years now would do more to rescue Utd's credibillity when they have been ridiculed; image was damaged. There's transition and there's shite. An unexpected opportunity has presented itself for the great servant Giggs.
People have momentarily stopped laughing at Chelsea's ineptness and ungraciousness ahead of the match tonight; a further platform for Simeone to be coveted.

Who had leftover chocolate eggs at breakfast this Easter Monday? Like bucks fizz at Christmas. Choc eggs with real eggs. The sun came out yesterday evening so i went out, in my leather longcoat. A replacement bus from Beckenham Junction to Catford.
Sadly Rubin Carter died; Rest In Paradise. Played as pawns where justice is a game. Don't remember pain. There are some nice Easter bunnies.

Got to Walthamstow Central in good time; nice walk to Brodies Bunny Bash. A good catchup ensued. Went towards Leyton; bought some piri stuff for a bbq. Didn't stay mega late; left not long after sunset. Bus replacement service from Surrey Quays to Clapham; managed to get off at Clapham Common.
Genteel day today.

Yesterday went to Kensington Olympia; think there was a Vegan show on, got some rapeseed oil. Walked to High St Ken; there was a celebration of defiance over the Women Who Eat On Tubes. How intrusive, misogynistic. The aptly named Burke probably disapproves of the emancipation of women drivers in Saudi Arabia; so i lent my support passing through to Monument. I ate pasta out of a lunchbox; that's right. Others had a picnic hamper; we were given paper plates. I myself if i eat anything would eat it in a corner of a carriage and then take my seat but that's just me; women can't be objectified. In anything public; a forum or a form of transport we still have zones of privacy. There were some hack reporters on the tube asking slightly weird questions. Even though there were police at High St Ken the event was not in any way boorish with booze and i didn't see any messy curries being slurped. I wished the people well as i got off and enjoyed an empty Central Line to Stratford. Went to Cafe Football; didn't see Gary Neville. 'Hustle and heart set us apart' love it; his professionalism, he doesn't put a foot wrong unlike some outdated car crash people. The tv's there are fantastic. Sunny outside; good buzz in Westfield, it is like a new city with the Olympic Park.

Will try and go to a funeral midweek.
It's all too late for Arsenal; Hull can do a Birmingham. Wenger should just retire. Pellegrini was jealous of Chelsea in the Champions League and today his team lost; it's the timing of his rant as he normally doesn't say a lot. Beware the Kompany you keep. Think people like the idea of Liverpool winning the title.
I went back to 1954 Saturday with the 60th anniversary of the old 22 bus route stock. My eyes were as wide as saucers and i couldn't stop smiling. Old and new energies meeting; imagine having a mobile phone in the mid 50's. Went past all that is new and glass with this wonderful contrast.
The last of the dreams; a burning vision. I'm from the future.
Liked Javier Bardem's mad gun in No Country For Old Men, on tv last night.

What has Rihanna got left to show us? No more mystique there. Bare your soul i suppose. When people say this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you, well there you have it. You feel on their behalf. Then you got Beyonce photoshopping a thigh gap to de-accenuate her legs. Where's the substance gone in today's society? It's all cosmetic.
I went through the torture so others don't have to. Miscreants use certain things as weapons; deny your basic human rights. Don't be reliant on anyone.If fate throws trash at you, give it all back. Little things can mean a lot. I know some people who are getting some right bad karma now; and it was self inflicted. Contributions to life are spot on.

Back at a good site in Bank tomorrow; let's get it done.
Bexley Fest are enlisting staff so i've offered to get on board.
Food Cycle utilises surplus food to stop it from going to landfill; it's about team efforts, being at the coalface and getting hands mucky. They say good choices are more important than abilities so it is right place, right time.

Looking forward to heritage 22 bus route next weekend, probably Shoreditch High St to Holborn..19 mins of joy.
When we try to move on from on our pasts don't let others take you back there. You try and grow through the present; tomorrow is my bitch.

Was up early. Had a nice breakfast in Dawat, Tooting. Have to try the tandoori sea bream for 7quid. My friend said she was coming down for lunch; her spontaneity's fine. Saw a favourite meditative video and as i crossed the main road she was driving on it. Things fit in effortlessly; she had one of her faves; plum porter. At lunch i saw three people that i knew and someone that i'd met before. My friend bought some clothes after, we saw the Grand National in a lounge. Now my Saturday night is one of introspection.
Yesterday walked from Tooting Bec Common to Clapham. Was in bed by 10pm.
Had a photo shoot on Thurs but i didn't feel a great deal of verve after, slightly flat..don't walk with a stoop, i was met with mirrors i didn't like. Did like the walk from Liverpool St-Whitechapel; went past a place that captures the spirit of Old Dhaka, evoking the foods and memories. Needless to say the Overground was delayed by 15 mins.
Tues made Hayes for just before 6am; liked the walk from Aldwych- Holborn. A humour bypass in Hayes By-Pass. We had lunch at 11am which was great. Took a while to get from Hayes to Shepherds Bush but there was a lovely sky over Westfield there.
Mon i was in Manor House for 6.30am.

Some people get a bit shirty if you can't be somewhere with them; i said i wanted to see someone who wasn't well..ego precedes.
Claphamwards now via a nice walk. See you on the other side.