BICYCLE LOCK MOUNT

day so nice it like the rest of the week I missed made up for

yawn, I needed that... creetching my eyes open I thought that must be at the 3pm mark - which does piss me off on a dedicated day of on the out and out. But no, it was 12:40, unbelieveable.. so I snorred another hour and then got ready with excorsises and breakfast. It got to jut past 2pm and I set off for the tate (didn't know which one), I had my GPS & camera charrged and semi-charged ready, no musico today, and some clippings with a tŁnnŁr in my pockete for top-up (always by cash) - oh and recieved my new light blue B-cc today so I wanted to try that out before discarding my olden.

I set off and popped into the pakki-cyber shop to find ouut the exhibition nfo and its locale - always like a surprise but can never remember which is which. Now the int-cafe has been playing up a bit with the old tech problems, not today it seems, it walso seems they wiped their customer times as I showed as zero, but they know me and gave me 10, I got to the website easily and on the front page wa reminded that it was Holgarth, with just enough time to read it was showing at the modern I got cut. No matter I went next door to top-up (there the one who gave me a suposed 10mins), so I do that and off set to M&S for the days grub and a chance to test the card - both passed okay and off I set bending the card enough times in either direction to sever and discard the seperate pieces, half to a bin along kings, then into the ham st. and this is where the day cunts-up!

I wait ages as the Picaddilly's pass (something I'm used to at Ravenscourt) then board the first distric that comes, naturally blocking ut the tannoy as I catch up with the paps and find it stopping 'this train will now terminate' hich can only mean one thing and that is High St Ken, shit! so back I went to Earl's Court, tones! and find out that the district all along is cuntted! so had to get the piccadilly to green pk, then the juberly to southwark - oh that's according to a TfL official, well actually the tate:modern is at pimlico, so I get to southwark and just as I am clocking out I confrim that modern is there, "no sir that's at Pimlico" fuck-shit-it! I go back down the moving steps and find that I am not sure the route to take, now I'm coping well with my temper and that's because I tuck into my sandwich early, my confusion as to how to board a westbound having forced me to stride to a towering st of electroni steps or the route I came several times I tensed up and shoted "GOD" then on the third wasted straddle the same TfL man's arm signal showed the true way, I walked passed glazed in anger. Back to the way I came but below simmering, I did then get to Pimlico, oh and the lines being cunted made all trains packed, so when i got to Pimlico I mowed out and up the turning steps, off out and alright.

I got to the tate:M, just walking in I took a step back to read the sign more clearly that infuriatingly stated "Holgarth sold out" - not joke I waited in the queue and waited, not that it was long (every tone in that place had a ticket instead of me) but some people need wheelchairs and understaffing forces all manner of people to take on seperate roles. there I was chatting quite calmly but firmly what the opening times where and weather it was impossible, only being interrupted by a doo-goodign tone enough for me to make him dissapear, I got what I could. Laughed and made viddi "100_1185". In contrast to the days workings I felt positive, the deciding on the street, of which a tooting from the bus and me not budging could have ended it all, to make it a clearly enjoyable day with a longed exploration of the area - not done Pimlico I thought.

Returning back the way I walked I noticed some red-doors, fuck me it was when I was after the pump house, everything leads to Battersea I find. That was the one thing I wanted not, discussed with the girl at the desk if I weant right @ the main road it would be Victori nd left battersea but strait over is residential and I do so admire the bland but stylish buildings that dominatet the area. Well along with the door were I remembered the workmen, which had finished, but also the residential area and a security check with box. Wondering in I asked what it was all for and a politely dessed gentleman advanced in years said it was an estate, not so I thought, well not if I put it like that, it turns out he was signing for new keys, the other I sidelinned because he was a surf, but in fact the *real* security gard. So that's what the place is, an estate, for oldens with top acounts.

I had placed to cover and set off in a diagonal fashion to capture something new, that was the way it went, up until the ken gdns, not such a nice area as the houses demand, some with boarded windows, still it better than Brixton. I snapped a few and set off to the main road, my god its Battersea, this bast'd will never be out of view an

My son's toy finger-bike & Tech Deck pool! :)