I've had exactly the kind of week that you should have if you've got access to degenerate, Western megalopolis; chock full of that culture it was. So much culture that I walked out of a play at the interval so that I didn't over-culture my brainspace. That wasn't the reason, unless there was a dramatic shift for the second half, said play was in no danger of over-culturing anything. A so-called comedy where the only joke was that everyone's name began with T.
I did see actual comedy though: Nish Kumar. His show did contain jokes, which made it far funnier than the previous night's abomination.
Went to a gig too. I saw that John Grant, he's a charismatic chappy and proper belted out some songs. Now you can read proper reviews of this gig if you want, they are very complimentary, although they don't mention the fact that most of the latest album sounds a bit like Visage, which seemed to confuse the audience somewhat.
And I saw some art. A double bill of A artists. Auerbach and Ai Weiwei. In terms of what I'd most like to have on my wall Auerbach wins hands down - it seems Ai Weiwei doesn't really go for the hanging on the wall stuff - and 200 tonnes of eartquake fractured rebar would probably just get in the way. A child burst a balloon when I was in the Ai Weiwei exhibition, given the politically sensitive nature of the show and what had happened in a nearby megalopolis a few hours earlier a lot of very scared people were incredibly grateful that it was a balloon.
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