It's getting to the busy time of year and the new caseworkers started on Monday so I was in full on induction mode all week: it went pretty well but all the talking the first couple of days was pretty tiring. On Tuesday N & I had managed to find some common-gig-ground in the form of Teleman, who were playing at the Kentish Town Forum. The core of the band used to in the more-guitary Pete & the Pirates, who I saw quite a bit, but their new incarnation is closer to N's preferred, electronic end of the spectrum. They were good though, although I remained unexcited by the dreamy Babeheaven in support, there was also the unexpected pleasure of running into venta & C up on the balcony where exhaustion had convinced us to settle.
S came over to see me on the Wednesday and we simply sat and chatted for a few hours. Then on Thursday I popped into Camden just to catch one mid-bill band (Paradise Underground) at The Black Heart before heading home again. N & I went one of Fiona's private-views, in a wonderfully dilapidated house in Lambeth (where the Palma Violets also rehearse apparently!); we headed up to the bar at N's housemate's studio in Tottenham afterwards but didn't stay long.
Last Saturday we headed out early to see David Bowie's art collection exhibited pre-sale at Sotheby's: mostly 20th Century British art, not my usual area, but still fascinating and impressive. We headed on out to Ealing afterwards for a long lunch at with Cousin A: it was great feeling no pressure to finish and be off by a particular time and it stretched pleasantly through the afternoon. I headed home for a bit then went back into town for Feeling Gloomy's Pulp celebration of 21 years since Different Class, which played plenty of alt indie classics between the Pulp. There was more art on Sunday when M, A and I re-convened for the Beyond Caravaggio exhibition at the National: it was pleasant but we zipped round it fairly quickly, the few Caravaggios stood out markedly from his apparent imitators.
This week the shelters themselves opened so I stayed for the first night on Monday then headed up to Walthamstow to watch Dr. Strange at the cinema Tuesday. I didn't intend to stay up for the election results but after checking my phone when I woke up at 2.30 and seeing that things weren't going well, I couldn't go back to sleep and spent the rest of the night compulsively refreshing. As such, I was not disappointed that roleplaying was cancelled on Wednesday and I managed to get earlyish nights both then and Thursday where I once again popped into Camden just to see one set (neo-grunge youngsters Subterranean Popular at Proud) then home again.
It was fortunate that I had pre-existing plans to spend Friday night back in Kentish Town with some school friends, brought together by T being down from Sheffield, which took some of the edge off the week's second bombshell. We raised a toast to Leonard in the restaurant, then carried on drinking in a subterranean bar: I've mostly spent today home alone, doing not much at all while the hangover subsides. No more weeks like this, please.