I’ve been so preoccupied by things this last week, with work, freelance/personal work on the side, having a buddy over from Australia and just doing what I normally do, that being nothing. And this got me thinking, not only has it been a while since I’ve last written, its been a while since I’ve last contributed any perversions. Now either I’m going to have to go out and find/photograph some more London-isms, change the title of this page, or keep living the lie and not live up to to the original idea behind this blog.
But I do have something, its something that made me burst out laughing like a weirdo whilst walking around the streets at lunch time. I was just on my way back from Subway (my first sub since leaving Aus… soo good) when walking back toward Piccadilly (close enough), and imagine my surprise when directly in front of me, on the facade of the building across the road I saw, “THE ROYAL INSTITUTE OF PAIN”.
The Royal Institute of Pain
Of course, my happines was short lived as I approached the corner and I realised what I was looking at wasn’t a house of heavy metal, Rammstein, Torture or S&M. Quite the opposite in fact, it was The Royal Institute of Painters (in Water Colour). So I straightened up, wiped the smile off of my face and stopped laughing, on the outside anyway. I see things like this all the time that i really need to have a camera on me 24/7, but unfortunately I can’t do that at the moment.
At least not until I get a Nokia N95 8GB, which I would have got all ready if Vodafone hadn’t got an exclusive release of the phone for the next few months to try and do whatever they can to shadow the O2 release of the Apple IPhone, if thats even possible. In fact, I would have just got a Vodafone contract already, if their accounts weren’t so darned expensive and their plans so awfully restrictive. But that’s a post for another day.


