I went to the opening of an 'Art' exhibition called Gloryhole at the Architecture Foundation on Friday. It was organised by a mate of OBF's (Other Best Friend) and for me, at least, the most exciting part of the whole evening (apart from the free booze) was a performance by performance artist No Bra, who, (athough this may be stating the obvious), wore no bra. She also sported a moustache in a Hitler stylee, which is probably less obvious.
My favourite song she performed was called Munchausen, and with lines like "My uncle designed the anal staircase" and "I caught syphilis once in Top Shop", you can't really go wrong.
Saturday I cried during the final episode of Doctor Who - I'm so sad at Rose's departure (OK, I didn't much like Billie Piper at first but grew to love her).... and Sunday I went to a Japanimation festival with PoOBF (Partner of Other Best Friend) to see the beautifully spectacular The Place Promised in our Early Days by Makoto Shinkai who has been dubbed the new Hayao Miyazaki.
PoOBF had a bad case of narcolepsy throughout the entire film, but it didn't affect my enjoyment one little bit.
What wasn't stunning was walking out of the cinema and bumping in to SGB (Sexy Greek Boy) who I went on a date with a while back and for various reasons hadn't taken it any further.
Thankfully he looked like complete shit which made me feel better. Pathetic but true.