Art attack

Its been a week of culture (well by some standards). Started with the launch private view of the Beatles to Bowie 60s icons, National Portrait Gallery where I spent my way round this brilliant exhibition singing my own chronological soundtrack to the exhibition (why didn't they do that? - that really would've been the cherry on top of the icing on the cake). Got chatting to Mike Joseph the photographer who took the shot for the front cover of Beggar's Banquet, him and his wife had travelled round Iraq in 1964 so seem to take a shine to me, and it seems that shoot really was as debauched as it looked. 

Next night a visit to the Rio Cinema for the new Shane Meadows Le Donk & Scor-zay-zee. Everyone please please go see this! its absolutely hilarious and Paddy Consadine takes comedy to another level. Kebab from Mangal (fav of Gilbert & George it seems as was sat next to them last time I was there) Green&Black's choccie (good thinking pals at Rio) and crying laughter = top night out.

From there to the Frieze Art Fair private view next night which if you haven't been is worth just for the people watching. Fat ugly Russian business men with young skinny blonde models, Chanel-suited plastic-surgery-gone-wrong talon nailed European dames, Grayson Perry and our new favorite drink, Bourbon with Appletise, made it a night out to remember. The art however was redolent of a phrase I once heard someone mention on a bus in Hackney - 'My art has gotten loads better since I stopped making it'...riiiiiiiighhhhht...