Things to do

Between forthcoming trips to Spain and Venice, plus saving for the wedding, I find myself in the frustrating situation of not being able to attend the Green Party conference. They'll do their best to help if you ask, bless them - there appears to be a pot of member donations to help people who can't afford to get there - but I can't square applying for this kind of thing while getting ready to fly to other places for good times. There's also a weekend workshop on hoodoo in Camden Town. I've always been very interested in hoodoo - roots and oils and all that jazz - but at £200 for the weekend, I can't justify it. That's for believers I guess, not curio hunters/researchers. It may not be appropriate to lump political conferences and hoodoo workshops together, but that's where they lie in my head; too late to change it now.

I need more music too, and more museum/gallery visits. As my beau is having a stag, to be organised by the mighty Bruce, I should have some equivalent, and my immediate thought was a museum sleepover...but it turns out they're all for kids! What's wrong with these people? Where's their pity for people who never grew up?

Hen parties anyway, I dunno. All that Essex stuff, drunk boobnhighheel combos with tinsel and deelyboppers; it just makes me cringe. Except for deelyboppers, of course. They're awesome. We should wear them all the time.

And then there was this...

http://i100.independent.co.uk/article/this-advert-for-luxury-london-flats-is-bordering-on-the-apocalyptic--e11dUJmBqe

Superlative, the ultimate in aspirational dystopia. I wonder who the guy is meant to represent...in my mind, he's the printer replacement guy, his life a ruthless battle of cut-throat bosses and inkjet cartridges. But don't worry, one day it will all be worth it, to live in a white broom cupboard while a girl sleeps in his fridge and he endlessly manouvers around a randomly plonked pillar, never asking what the hell it's doing there, wondering instead if a pot plant would clutter the place. He stares out at the city. He did this. He made this. He is proud. One day he may even be able to afford a room big enough to house a bed in which he can stretch full length. Who'll be laughing then?