Kelpto Art

My weekend was rather mundane. I spent Saturday chilling at home, doing copious amounts of laundry before heading out to Camden Market to do some serious window shopping. I came back empty handed (yay me) but also disappointed. You see, this cd shop Fopp is hosting the Fratellis tomorrow night at 6pm. I have two small problems with this.
Firstly, I work until 6pm on the other side of the city and will only get there at 8pm and secondly, even if I were to get there in time, I really don’t fancy getting pulverised by some overzealous 15 year old girl with enough piercings to set off a metal detector.
I spent the night watching Buffy until Nats came over and we chilled listening to music and drinking wine and talking a load of shit really.

Sunday was rainy – again, but this time Nats took me to an arts centre in Hampstead Heath.

Now, I’m all for arts and crafts and stuff, but sometimes I have to wonder how some of these artists get away with the absolute rubbish they try to sell! For example, a certain artist had an exhibition that was a video of her watching The Wizard of Oz while painting strange squiggly things on her wall. Erm..I did that as a three year old.
Another artist would dip twigs and leaves into porcelain…creepy. I’m the kind of person that takes about five seconds to make up my mind if I like a piece of art or not, so most of the visit was spent sticking my head in a door and if the phrase ‘I don’t get it’ surfaced, I moved on.
To give credit, there were some really good artists there amongst the pretentious patrons.

So Nats and I are ready to leave when we walk past a stack of pottery clay. A light bulb lit up above my head.
II: Nats, I want some pottery clay.
Nats: Ok, I’ll stand guard. You grab it and then we run.
II: Ok.

SO I grab a bag and nearly fell on the ground. The mofo was damn heavy, so I heaved it up and under my jacket and we skulked out a side door and up the road and around the corner. We were laughing so hard, we could barely walk. As we’re trekking to the station, the ten plus kilograms on my shoulder are making me reconsider my idea. What was I going to do with ten kilograms of pottery clay anyway? Its not like I had a potters wheel or Patrick Swayze or anything like that.

When I got home, I called my mom.
II: Mom,
Mom: yes love,
II: Mom, I’ve been arrested.
Mom: What! What did you do?
II: (Can’t contain laughter, splutters into phone)
Mom: You bloody brat! Giving me heart failure.
II: Sorry, I just…hahahahahahahaha…its just too..hahahahaha
Mom: Brat! What did you do?
II: There was pottery clay involved.
Mom: talk to your cousin.

This morning I got an email and was able to coherently explain my exploit. It was really funny at the time. But now, my mom’s reaction was funnier. Almost int eh vein of April Margera in Viva La Bam.

So last night I chilled, with my pottery clay and we watched Buffy. I’ve now finished season 4 – Season 5 is up next. More spills than thrills. But now I need to get my hands on the Angel series. I’m willing to swap my Supernatural season 1 box set for it!

Lolly went white water rafting this past weekend. I’ll let her tell you the story.