1. Went to see the Grayson Perry exhibition today, based on Lincolnshire griblings and groblings. He is brilliant and his work is like medicine. It's funny and it makes you think, and it makes you jealous and makes you want to do your own arty stuff. I want to go back to art college, or possibly horticulture college to be a radical horticultural artist. Or horticultural singer-songwriter-artist, even. (radical)
2. Steve Beresford (watch the Brummie accent, Steve!) is interviewing Judith Williamson on Resonance, on Tuesday next week between 9 and 10 p.m. ; it will be really interesting- she's fascinating, and he's bound to be a good interviewer.
3. I have acquired a guard dog, who I have christened 'Blogger' after this blog. He came from Battersea, has a loud bark and I think he's a cross between an alsatian and a labrador. Got snarly teeth but I think he's settle down.
4. A story about Tito (this is true). Tito came from Nigeria, where there was a shortage of wedding dresses. Once when he was going back there, he went round as many charity shops as possible, buying up wedding dresses to sell second-hand. On his way to the airport, he lugged the dresses along in black bin-bags, as well as his suitcase. When the tube drew up to the platform, the doors opened and he started to load the bin-bags full of dresses into the carriage. He'd just put the last one on, when the doors closed, and off went the train with his investment, never to be seen again.
5. New joke, born today:
What do you call Posh Spice's husband?
Posh Spouse.
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