persepolis... & beyond

i forgot to eat breakfast,

ran out the house down to the prince charles cinema to see persepolis which was wonderful, if a touch too long...

during the film i found some chocolate in my bag from the night before... strange breakfast...

then afterwards i got on the bike and rolled gently downhill to the river, crossing the (non) jubilee bridge, (it doesn't make me cross anymore but i mutter to myself as i cross it these days), then up by the south bank, delighted to see the water sculpture back again (appearing rooms), although the day yesterday was a bit grey for it...



up past the Hayward and through that little passage underneath waterloo bridge, down some stairs and then the booksellers under the bridge...

i found my chess opponent and defeated him a couple of times... eating a few nuts he had,

then continuing along the river, past a crowd of people looking down onto the beach where no doubt someone was sculpting sand, all the way to the tate modern so i could check how long the cy twombly exhibition was on for (until 14th september)...

then over the (non) wobbly bridge,

all this in the way that i used to love doing, still love but somehow i don't have occasion to do it so much anymore, probably since CM moved east and further away from the river, drifting on my bike amongst the bank holiday crowds, (those who weren't carnivaling)... slowing for knots in the people, speeding up when there was the room for it, only having to put my foot down once from waterloo bridge to the tate, slowing to walking pace when necessary...

all the while listening to music, mostly the instrumental version of the song i'm working on at the moment, although the lyrics have slowed to a trickle again for now,

so over the (non) wobbly bridge i go, up toward st pauls, round the side, eventually finding my way onto high holborn, by which time i know exactly where i'm going,

to that church where i lost that piano all those years ago,

and they've got a new grand piano, not brand spanking new but newer than the (lovable) wreck they used to have... it's rolled into a niche so you can't get at the keys easily, but i played a few notes at the top of the keyboard and i'm considering how to get a gig in there...

on leaving there i headed straight up to floopy's and by this time, all that cycling, so little food, i was in quite a strange state... floopy insisted i ate a cheese sandwich and i just about made it home, slumped out in front of an episode of the wire, the last series now showing in my computer, being as i looked and it seems we don't have FX... i though we did, but we don't x