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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

My favourite bits of Tate Britain

A trillion years ago, I made some kind of ridiculous promise to myself, and thankfully not to you people, that I would start updating my blog on a regular basis again. This obviously hasn't happened. My problems are many and varied, but a short selection of them include:

1. I don't have time.
2. I don't have interesting stories.
3. My nails are too long to type.
4. I've been too drunk.

I will try. I do worry about what you all do without my interesting stories to brighten up your lives. Really, I do. Honestly. I wonder what you think about on the bus on the way to or from your pointless jobs, when you don't have my latest opinions to ponder or pass off as your own to the poor idiots that are sitting beside you.

This post is illustrated by some of the things that I saw in Tate Britain that I liked. Some of them are just bits of pictures. I don't know which ones, I'm afraid. I wasn't taking notes.

Please take this, therefore, as a long and boring, but well illustrated, apology for the silence that you've been listening to on this website for so long. I can't honestly tell you if it's ever going to come back to the way it was. I doubt it. I've kind of fallen out of love with the internet, and all of its big promises that come to nothing. I've started cancelling my accounts with all of the social networking sites. The only one now left for me is F*c*book, and I've even started trimming down on my "friends" on that site, which has led to some difficult situations at work where I've had to explain to people I don't know very well why I don't want to be virtual friends with them. Jesus, that's awkward.

A slight interlude to talk about the above photo because I loved these sculptures SO MUCH I took about six photos of them. I love these ladies. These ladies are very crudely made, quite scrappy around the edges, wonderfully illdefined, standing on massively chunky and clunky feet and bit of behind and hair. Their facial features are almost non-existant, I love that their chests are not at all the focus of attention or even have any attention particularly paid to them. I love these ladies. I love that they are striking and strong, and recognisably women and female and feminine, but with the lines being blurred. I loved them.

My dinner has just arrived. I'm going to eat it now. I might post more later.


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