That's a misleading title as I plan for this to be a very lazy Sunday. I may wander out to a museum this afternoon and get myself a Sunday roast dinner, but that's about as far as my ambitions run at present. I often have the thought of how little time I have in London this trip nipping at my thoughts, but that only makes it more grand to luxuriate in idleness. I have been busy nonetheless and it will take a while for me to get caught up on writing about all my adventures. Among things done:
I got a poem published (yes, me!). Some print copies of
Chronogram should have arrived by the time I return, but you can read
"Lullaby" online (albeit in a rather unexpectedly awkward layout).
I played a
theremin!
I visited the wax head of
Jeremy Bentham!
I saw a giant fox!
I've been to plays, museums and galleries!
Pubs!
Hanging out with friends and laughing -- and a whole lot more. I love this city, and the truth about London is that you never know what might lie around any corner. Such as
naked people on bikes...
3 comments:
I'm glad you had the good taste to foreground the naked women. A spontaneous action or a heralded naked biking? (they, or similarly exhibitionist velocipedasts, do in Philadelphia, too).
And did you have a cat looking with mixed disgust and envy when you played your theremin?
Kipper as Nipper? And um, most of those were naked men (not surprisingly). I like the naked rider who had painted on his back, "I'm not with them!"
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