Wooden Bear, Singing, House

This is a carved wooden bear by the artist Drew Edwards. There's an exhibition of his work at High Barnet Tube station, which has suddenly developed a character at odds with the general air of controlled neutrality hereabouts. They squashed the chewing gum painter and stopped him, but someone else has sprung up to carry the baton of creativity, and the station garden is suddenly being cultivated, with stands of runner beans, merry pots of begonias and a children's toy railway running across a rooftop. Big Up whoever it is who has the jollity and character to make a stand against curtain-twitcher-land! I bet the nasty local paper will be full of complaints. The residents of this beige suburb don't know how lucky they are! Back in Camberwell the South London Press boasted a murder on every page!
It was a nice day yesterday, headed by a morning at the Song Circle. We'd all written songs about summer: Nadya's was a blues that showed of the strength of her voice really well. Katy's was a drifting song that made me imagine punting; mine was the Daisies song with an extra verse and they both seemed to think it was quite sinister. I suppose it is, being born out of a hysterical desire to Remain Cheerful At All Costs!
Katy's new album is out and its really good- she has taken the best out of her folktronica, gone back to her roots sort of but popped everything up. I will write a proper review later this week. It's got the most amazing artwork too.
The Desperado Housewives have two gigs coming up which i will confirm when I have more details.
The rest of today will be spent learning yet more about what you have to do when you are selling and buying a house. All I know is that a huge amount of money gets spent on the people who do it for you, leaving you with massively less left over to buy a house with. I can't wait for it all to be over.