So last Sunday started off bleurgh until my delightful friend K invited me along to the Art Car Boot Fair where I very quickly morphed from morose to merry in less than a minute! There is something so intuitively transformative about certain environments - pass through the gates of a festival and let it overtake you instantaneously! - a buzzing communality, a bustling collectivism that is sadly absent in many other spheres. (Take it from me, that token smiler - every tube carriage has one - trying to catch your eye when the train stops unneccessarily or the driver makes some funny announcement. If you have been this city's citizen for even a short time, believe me, you've averted your eyes from me or my pathologically-people-pleasing-peers at least once in your LondonLifetime ...)
A highlight was sticking my hand up Charles Saatchi's arse, and winning TEN pieces of art. See this post for those items, and the rest of my Art Car Fair Booty.
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