My journey home from work today (which, incidentally, this week is taking place at Hotcourses in Hammersmith) was a rather peculiar one.
I've been a little tired from lots of late nights, partly because the first installment of the book I've been writing is due on Wednesday and - of course - I'm not ready to hand it over. Also thanks to a particularly bad hangover (that Loaf, he forces you to drink wine at gunpoint, you know) and a trip home to see the parentals, and other things besides.
Working at Hotcourses, just to veer off track, is a giggle because it's also the stomping ground of the beauteous Yaz, who has been mostly launching bits of rolled up paper at me. I have also been introduced to the infamous, intriguing Secret Starbucks (often mentioned: here) - a place she and Tim frequent that could barely be situated closer to the absolute centre of town, but is somehow completely hidden from public view and always has free tables. I am one of the cool kids now, with a pass to the secret den. IDV will seethe with jealousy.
So anyway, back to the journey. Because of all this tiredness I decided to have a little nap, with my headphones on. Unfortunately I couldn't relax because a little old lady opposite me kept glancing up at me in what seemed a terribly disapproving manner.
Assuming she was narked by the volume of my music, I thoughtfully turned it down. Repeatedly. Until I couldn't hear it myself and was tutting inwardly at the fuss she was clearly making about nothing.
But when I stood up to leave the train and happened to glance down at said little old lady, I had a bit of a shock - all that time she had actually been doing the most amazing sketch of me on a little piece of paper.
Now I know from paying attention to Lessons With Lorna that artists pick their subjects for the horns, wrinkles and nobbles, but we'll just let that bit go, shall we?
Wednesday 20 August 2008
A Very Odd Journey
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That sketch was of a sucked polo, wasn't it?
I don't quite know what I mean but I know it made me guffaw
WEEE LATE NIGHT MEDICATIONS!
You'll be hanging in the National Portrait Gallery next to the other sexy portraits! And the picture she drew - hoho i so funny...
Was it a good likeness?
Not only wrinkles and nobbles ;>
She obviously saw a beautiful face and why wouldn't she? We all do too.
I think it is amazing!
And I'm painting RA for the millionth time because he is so ugly. Not.
Shit it's because I am a stalker.
Hmm have you seen this woman before?
The old wench stole your soul!
No, dear Willis, there was not a polo in sight -.- National Gallery or otherwise, bunch of bloody comedians :P
Except W*P*D, who gets a huge, soul-less cuddle!
Hey I was being nice! I said you'd be in amongst the other sexy ones!
Sorry, SHECKSHY ones.
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