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Off to see The Baselitz Exhibition at the Royal Academy.... upside down images look no stranger than London's street walkers!

That's me.....that dark exclamation against the white rectangle in the round mirror in the roof..............what a place to be. Friday was freezing and I was having to go back into the Vauxhall campus to collect my bike. South Bank Cycles.............thats a good place to play with bikes. The two guys (brothers) that run the place are really nice.............................I am there quite often as it's next door to the college and never once have they given me a bum deal. Quick, effective repairs and service.....never a problem. Check it out: South Bank Cycles: 194 Wandsworth Road, SW8

Every picture tells a story, hoary old cliche...................well maybe............................ but here it's true.  The faint hint of legs in the middle of the stage................that's what's left of the former talented Mrs W's talent..................just a bit of a ghost really. Like any self respecting Diva she needed to keep the audience waiting, this was a standard sixty minutes.  Grace Jones, many years ago,  did a two and a half hour "No show" but then went on to do a killer set.......made it all worth while really...............shamey Amy, lamey, Amy........well.................. she just don't have the goods folks. She came on and did some slurry voiced little ditties which were, if the band had not been playing, unrecognizable as songs...................but the remarkable thing was we could still tell when she left "words" out and had to make them up. Pretty miserable stuff................................standard fair...........

Latino with a "thing" on his head. ........getting anxious.........about dancing! Great dancers................. ..............Lardy Latinas ..................dance you little bugger dance....................................and he did The Ladies danced....and danced again and again. .....the older and............... the newer performer. The dancers of a certain age. ...................part of a procession. Txting through the lashes Colombian Ladies wid hats 'n tings - procession Cool dude Guy at the Latino Festival in the early summer on the Rye.......Peckham early summer....the rain ....was still to come.

                                                            l-r: Me (with hair), Steve( with quiff)  and David.  Stone Carvings by David Brampton

London seems to be in the grip of a cold. The headache, the sore throat, the snotty nose, the cough. Even the neighbours upstairs are coughing and there is no way we have any contact apart from we know we are around by the sounds we make..........anyway the only reason I am writing this crap is because I am trying out "ScribeFire. It's supposd to make it easier to blog.......maybe so! Am trying to upload an image to see how it works but I have a problem knowing what the hell FTM means....sigh! Powered by ScribeFire .

Maybe this is where William Blake saw the Angel? He should have had a mobile phone and pretended that he was talking to William Morris while hitting up the Angel with the camera. Maybe the man was on mushrooms! Dusk and leaf "shadow"