it was all going so well, until 10pm last night when all hell broke loose in my stomach and i visibly paled (an achievement, if you’ve met me and know how not-pale i am) and had to abandon the dinner halfway through discussing something quite important but i can’t remember what now. but, i guess, 10pm on a sunday night probably qualifies as ‘no longer the weekend’. so, perhaps, the weekend was fab! fab! fab! all the way through.

especially when the best laid plans for doing homework over the weekend (i know, so boring, how geeky, etc) are scuppered by text messages saying ‘i’m in east london, come for a drink or something’. and so, dutifully, we go for drinks and find out about art festival/exhibition in sweden in the summer, and then obviously i went ‘i’ve never been to sweden! let’s go and eat roll mops and meatballs and look at ikea hq! oh, and look at art too, of course.’

but that was sunday.

friday was results day. everyone was pleased with what they got, so celebrations were in order post lecture. after that, there was crtiical mass, cycling around london with police escorts. i got tired of it somewhere around hyde park corner and so we headed down to town for a drink, but really just to use the pub’s toilet. fish and chips at the fryer’s delight was weird. the food was good, but it was like being in a time warp, all 70s wood panelling walls and formica tabletops, cabbies talking politics.

saturday we went to the kinetica museum in spitalfields market, then looked around the other galleries on vyner street. the show at the kinetica museum was alright, but not great. i think there were just too many small displays that made it seem more like a toyshop than a curated show. they were all very intricate and interesting, but i would have much rather preferred fewer pieces, but each piece able to sustain my attention for a longer time. there was great embroidered art at one and another, and very funny portraits that made you look twice and stare hard at the david risley gallery.

so, i guess it was all pretty good going. weekends, i can see how much i’m going to love them when i start work. food poisoning i probably never will, by the way.