imnotanartistbut

Post birthday throw down time. So birthday jazz was alright, didnt actually do anything on the day of my birthday other than wake up in my car n drive home after what was a rather good night out on the Saturday night, everything went well for once and I was even bought drinks by people I dont know which is always ace. Once gentleman in the queue though wanted to start a fight because I was drinking a coffee I got from a hot wagon because apparently he was fucking awesome. Unfortunately though there was not birthday trouser joy though given the kind of lady folk in the club id rather have a fist rammed up my ring piece than have any physical contact let alone sexual contact with them, how ever given my current social status Im going to have to lower my standards which saddens be but mean I may at some point in the next year at having someone look at it and may be even touch it also apart from trouser disappointment there was art disappointment, I went to the Tate modern during the day and felt like Id been robbed of my time and effort to go there and view what I can only describe as total wank, there was a few photographer that had some amazing stuff and one artist (no idea what the name was now) had a fucking ace show of some bits but the rest was just awful and I really dont feel it reasonable to paint two boxes to look like a table and chair to occupy the amount of space there did when there are plenty of much more expressive and skillful things about. Though other than the wank filled rooms of toss the building its self if amazing but Im lightly sadden I couldnt see it back when it was something working and industrial. But as a whole the birthday weekend was alright and iv gone ape shit and blown a whole 12 quid on seconds hand tony hawks and dead space to celebrate having been alive for a whole 21 years