22 February 2006

what's the matter with you people?

i haven't had a post from anyone since 11th Feb. Come on, get it together people!

Had my 2nd day at my 6 week (ish) secondment store today. Think I might survive it. Seemed a lot better today than my first afternoon which left me feeling apprehensive. The front of the store is beautiful with those big thick glass curved windows that make me think of Victorian Christmases for some reason - probably all those festive pictures of sentimentality. Had a thrilling afternoon taking the staff on a white knuckle ride into virgin territory of cluster reports and genre bestseller lists. I mask my nerdish nature with faux cynicism.

6 comments:

Mole said...

Ok. I'll stop lurking and announce that I am reading your entries. Happy now? :-) DYING to know about Derek Jarman's House.

kumquat said...

hahaha. and did you not think i dropped that little gem without knowing it would have you busting a gut to ask about it!

well i spent a night there after being very "ill" one night so my memories are hazy. it was incredibly cold, huge, full of character and chic. it's owned by the co-op so the rent is beautifully cheap for central london.

my mate's unassuming, gentle, wild-haired boyfriend somehow knows peter jackson. i have an invite to sleep there again next time i'm in london and i have (graciously!) accepted on the condition i get to sleep on the same sofa that PJ slept on!

Mole said...

Is it Phoenix House?

kumquat said...

um. dunno. where's that?

mole said...

Derek Jarman lived to become a gay icon in his time, a maverick genius whose life constituted an individually defiant and often heroic celebration of creativity. Whether his expression was that of controversial film-maker, iconoclastic artist, outspoken gay activist or acutely self-reflective diarist, Jarman's dynamic shone brightly for its singular vision. Smiling in Slow Motion, the successor to the acclaimed Modern Nature, published in Jarman's lifetime, picks up the story from May 1991 until a number of weeks before his death in February 1994. Writing either from his diminutive studio flat at Phoenix House, Charing Cross Road, or from Prospect Cottage at Dungeness in Kent, Jarman's last journals concern themselves with the big issues: life, love and death." Jeremy Reed, The Times, 5th. July, 2000

kumquat said...

Nice thanks. This wasn't charing cross road. I was drunk when I got there and hung over when I left so I'll have to double check actual location but there was a market outside if that helps.