http://www.jesusonthetube.co.uk/ for my other website.
http://www.agracefuldeath.blogspot.com/ for the exhibition A Graceful Death, paintings from the end of a life
Tomorrow, I go to London with 13 Year Old Son. We have lunch with my Father (not the one in Heaven who gave me the Bed Linen Advice, my wildly eccentric lovely funny clever Earthly One.) In honour of this, 13 Year Old Son has promised to Have A Bath. He needs a reason to do this, there is no connection in his mind at all to just being clean. If he doesn't, I have said, Grandpa will smell you. Grandpas do not like to smell their Grandsons, it makes them Uneasy.
Oh then, we go to the Glorious Clarissa's for the night. I love going to the Glorious Clarissa's and will soak up Glorious Clarissa-ness and all will be well.
Off to Oxford for the weekend with Glorious Clarissa, 13 Year Old Son having been put on a train to his Grandmother's. 13 Year Old Son has a bit of a history with Train Journeys. He tends to believe that the train in front of him goes to where he should be going and gets on it. Later, from Inverness, I get a text saying the train information thing lied to him and he is working his way back to Pulborough and could I find out the next train please?
In Oxford, the Glorious Clarissa and I are checking out the next venue for the A Graceful Death exhibition which should be showing there next month. She is bringing some Jolly People with her so we will have even more of a nice time.
Saturday night, I am going to a Party In London and going as a Single Person. Because the Wonderful Cecil cares, she is leaving her husband at home and going Single too so we can be together. Only thing is, everyone knows Cecil's husband is at home and my Alan, my Ex - Alan, could be anywhere. Never mind. Onwards and Upwards.
My Polish Grandmother is really very nice indeed. I have a very nice French Student who probably won't ever complain now, he is Used To Our House, and a Polish Grandmother who still can't speak a word of English. She may of course, be complaining all the time, but I can't speak Polish so I just think she is being nice and chatty.
In my mind there is a painting of the Unsurpassable Rev Rachel Mann. She seems interested and she will be, if this comes off, the Rock Chick Angel Of The North. She gave us the Mann40 Fest in Manchester last weekend, to celebrate her 40th birthday and all I could think was Isn't She A Living Painting. She is made for me to paint her. All spikey hair, tattoes, electric guitar (she plays in a rock band) jeans and teeshirt. The Rev Rachel Mann is really something.