Been a while since I have seen this picture by the Belgian artist, Folon. And I was recalling yesterday where I first came across him, it was in Camden Market of all places, in nineteen eighty three, when I lived in London. Goodness but how time flies, and looking back I remember who I was with - I wonder how she is, since we have now lost touch. Isn't it funny how that happens, we were really good friends and never fell out or anything, we just drifted apart. She came to Brighton a couple of times and I traveled back up to London but I guess its been about twenty years. Goodness, again, how time flies indeed. But while recalling yesterdays is not a pre-occupation of mine (though some might disagree) I do find myself reflecting from time to time. In my own mind I miss Edinburgh though I am not sure I could live there, or if I did I would have to pick and choose where and it wouldn't be where I once did. But today I will be planning a wee trip up to see my dad, because its been a couple of months now and I don't like leaving it so long. What I do miss about Edinburgh is the art scene and the constant invites I receive from my friend Gordon to attend events which I can never get to. I hope to be able to rectify this in the future by planning my time better - while this semester has shown how it was impossible to work to a long term planner, things aren't always like this. So onwards, with one of my favourite all time tunes, which I was reminded about last night. I love seeing shambolic live shows and I would have loved this - as I do Gillian Welch:
