Apologies for late bloggage - I have been a bit down. Not due to any seasonal affective disorder or out like that but simply and predictably due to work. The work which disappoints and ceaselessly crushes the soul. However, I won’t go on about that. This is a place for happy things.
Since I last wrote, many things have happened. Old Fukushima buddy Paul Sparks (now in Tokyo) has informed me that there will be yet another Beer Tasting (BT11 I believe) this year on March 10th (which had me rubbing my hands together and cackling with glee). Young Kenta-kun (formerly brother-in-rock and bass player in the legendary machine-gun-rock-band Beretta) has been in touch to tell me that he finally has a girlfriend (which had me and several choirs of angels breathing huge sighs of relief - Congratulations Kenty!). And that lanky northern git Jonathan Bond has been in touch after an interval of maybe 5 years to inform me that:
…Borough market is London’s oldest market. It was established onthe south bank of the Thames when the Romans built the firstLondon Bridge and people have been trading on this site for over2000 years. it’s a beautiful undercover food marketand a truly wonderful part of London’s history.Some bright spark has decided to expand the railway line runningthrough the roof of the market, which will also involve knockingdown 23 of the beautiful listed and unlisted buildings in theclosely surrounding area.
They already have planning permission, but are waiting fundingand there is a strong local campaign to put a stop to it.
If you know and love the market in its present state, please signthe petition to prevent this from happening. The plans, photographsand the petition are on the following site: http://www.sabmac.co.uk
Which had me wondering why people in high places never seem to value the things that are quite obviously the most important. It also had me wondering why I didn’t get a proper, personal message from old Bondy, to which he tersely (but quite fairly) replied:
After about five years of circulars from you I thought I’d start getting my own back .
So that told me.
Saturday night, HJ and I went to see our friend Motoko singing a wee bit of Mozart at the Kyoto Culture Museum. Philippe was also due to read some poetry by Paul Verlaine, which he was quite nervous about so I suggested filming the event and putting it on youtube. He then offered several words of encouragement, (something about my being born out of wedlock), so I took lots of pictures and a video and you can see the results below. Enjoy!
These are mostly pictures of Motoko’s performance. But there’s a couple of choice shots of Philippe stressing out:
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And now watch Philippe Goulier reading Verlaine to a crowd of uncomprehending Japanese:
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