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War and Piece(s)
This week's continued to be mental, work-wise. It kinda went flu-flu+funeral-work 9 days in a row-collapse-go to London-collapse. Of course tomorrow is back to the grindstone, this time for an 11 day week. Can't wait to escape to Canada!
Did manage another batch of lino cutting, this time re-working an old block for two-colour
printing. Much more successful I think, though still on the uphill slope of the learning curve!
London was bittersweet: we went to War In The Park, for which we have![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
afm13 to thank, in the main. War... was terrific fun, except that it also heralded probably the last time we'll see our bosom buddies Timbo Stuntbowie and maracacha in a right long time, as they're moving to Berlin next week. Parting is such sweet sorrow, etc. I'm still in denial. Anton liberally doused the place in Grade A Siberian testosterone, Bleak tore a giggly, gaping hole in the space-time continuum, i Am immune *literally* took it to the bridge (and almost fell off), poetry was perpetrated and peaches and cyder* were consumed. Full pictorial record here.
London also meant clearing out my desk at CRUK for the last time, attempting (sadly unsuccessfully) to print the final copies of my thesis that I owe the university in order to actually graduate, and some flat out awesome sushi at Sushi Hiroba. Soft shell crab hand roll was droolworthy; I never understood the appeal of roe before, but whatever the little black salty popping orbs of joy that encrusted this with were, I salute the fish that spawned them, OMG.
Today, we're trying to learn Morgan Rattler (a traditional English 48-bar jig) on my shiny new recorder and his lovely parlour guitar. Ugh so many quavers... and poor poor neighbours.
*because as any fule kno, a surfeit of peaches and no cyder was enough to do away with at least one Bad King.**
**Muahaha! I abuse both Sellar & Yeatman and Willans & Searle in one fell swoop!
Did manage another batch of lino cutting, this time re-working an old block for two-colour
printing. Much more successful I think, though still on the uphill slope of the learning curve!
London was bittersweet: we went to War In The Park, for which we have
afm13 to thank, in the main. War... was terrific fun, except that it also heralded probably the last time we'll see our bosom buddies Timbo Stuntbowie and maracacha in a right long time, as they're moving to Berlin next week. Parting is such sweet sorrow, etc. I'm still in denial. Anton liberally doused the place in Grade A Siberian testosterone, Bleak tore a giggly, gaping hole in the space-time continuum, i Am immune *literally* took it to the bridge (and almost fell off), poetry was perpetrated and peaches and cyder* were consumed. Full pictorial record here.London also meant clearing out my desk at CRUK for the last time, attempting (sadly unsuccessfully) to print the final copies of my thesis that I owe the university in order to actually graduate, and some flat out awesome sushi at Sushi Hiroba. Soft shell crab hand roll was droolworthy; I never understood the appeal of roe before, but whatever the little black salty popping orbs of joy that encrusted this with were, I salute the fish that spawned them, OMG.
Today, we're trying to learn Morgan Rattler (a traditional English 48-bar jig) on my shiny new recorder and his lovely parlour guitar. Ugh so many quavers... and poor poor neighbours.
*because as any fule kno, a surfeit of peaches and no cyder was enough to do away with at least one Bad King.**
**Muahaha! I abuse both Sellar & Yeatman and Willans & Searle in one fell swoop!