~ Saturday Faticeira and her man, Bob, lured me to the art exhib 'PANIC' @ The Old Abattoir. Be safely assured: you've all missed nothing. Well, nearly (there was a couple of artists that was at least pause-worthy). www.guerrillazoo.com/panic-exhibition/

As Jenn prosaically put it, “I detest pretentious shite”. And, *cough*, it was... In summery it was a lot of artists who, rather than doing what they want to do, had done their outmost to impress ~ & the by-the-book-way to do this is to naturally regurgitate as much blood, fetish, body parts and references to death as possible. When not defaming christian iconography of course … *yawn*. Jenn had had the impression the Panic art movement was about the post-bomb scenario, but perusing the sheet of paper the Panic art movement is about exactly that: a desire to induce Panic. This (apparently) viewed as a helpful tool to induce ‘chaos’ which somehow will lead to ‘peace’ (really how that was to come about wasn’t quite explained).

This movement started in the 60's which would possibly make sense as there was a dense-headed bourgeois society at that point. I am however somewhat mystified what panic it hopes to induce today (re-introducing dense bourgeois would probably work better...).

The amusing 'glorious' cusp of this movement (I did my outmost not to laugh out loud in the middle of the abattoir, snorting away) was a Paris happening in ’65, related as such: ‘It starred Jodorowsky dressed in motorcyclist leather and featured him slitting the throats of two geese while his costume was cut off by topless women covered in honey, taping two snakes to his chest and having himself stripped and whipped.’ It went on to include a giant plastic vagina, phallus and (possibly not plastic) rabbi.

yes, well: there you have it. TG clearly wasn't quite as novel as we all imagined...

*hehehe*

Sorry, private amusement (I always thought the TG shows were a bit of a joke..). Sufficient to say: if you can't decide whether the ladder against the wall is just a random ladder or is part of the art work, then, really, you are wasting your time anyway

~ The evening dedicated for 'Invocation', I had to make it to through a thick curtain of drumming rain to get there. That, and the usual 'luck' of tube work, had the club a bit on the quiet side (inside quietude was a bit deceptive though, as surprisingly many were clustered underneath the heat-lined parasols outside). Exchanging greetings with Bat & Tim, I dipped inside for more chinwags with Stefi, Clyve, Erming, Stevek, & a few more, whilst getting far too drunk with Sinbadsilk (Erming has finally had it sink into me they have £5 wine bottles). We had to somewhat cinderella like shoot off at midnight though to host guests the following morning, so I only managed to say quick goodbye to Dave_exile & totally missed Spanglekitten to buy her a b'day drink! *hit me, Libby!!*

Sunday was totally mellow, getting to know Ray's guest, Sam & Sarah ~ a lovely, refreshing no nonsense couple I really hope to introduce to a few people. :-)

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( Fairly amusing... )