London, I don't know how to say it, but I think we need some time apart. I've tried to get excited about this sport's day thing you've been banging on about but i just don't really get it. It's not you, it's me, I appreciate that, but you only seem to be interested in one thing; what with your hoops draped all over everywhere and your streets brimming with high-stoppability idiots.
I think it could still work. I just think we'll get on a lot better if we have a break for a couple of weeks. Are you cool with that? Grand. See you in September.
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In other news I went to the ballet again. Play Without Words. That's supposed to be good, right. Everyone raves about it. Didn't get it. Not at all. Found it boring and I didn't really understand what was going on. A series of technically adept set pieces, I can see that. But not sure i'd call it a 'play' more like a particularly tepid episode of EastEnders where everyone does everything really slowly. Guess I'm not as culture as I think I am.
I went to the Tanks, too. That's the new bit of Tate Modern. Dead good bit of artspace. Liked it a lot. Not certain about the art that's in it at the moment - but we've established that I know nothing about culture so it's probably great.
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