February 13th, 2007

Carravaggio

if you go down to the woods today

Well, that was odd. One minute I was leaning my poor weary head against the bathroom tiles, wibbling that I'll never get there. The next minute it was London calling. Strange.

It's been an odd day. Started off with a software pitch/junket that I normally never get to go, but off I went, mainly because it was at the AGNSW and I needed to go to my happy place. Yes, I dawdled back through my favourite galleries (I got, er, um, lost on the way back). Didn't really network on account of being shagged out after a long squawk, but I did sup my coffee beneath old Walter, and besides, who else would I rather hang with than a middling early British impressionist and possible serial killer? I mean, really.
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