recently

poor arvi, work's been rough lately.

our new, limited edition art series 8oz cups.

tube strike on monday meant i was either going to be super early or super late.

i was ridiculously early and waited for celeste for close to an hour.

in the piss alley between greek street and charing cross (they painted over this that very day).

reminds me of mallory.

ellie in sillouhette! at caravan where i finally treated her like it was her birthday.

the cat from norway got stuck in the doorway, but my cat likes to hide in boxes. (i'm packing).

ick

it's hot. especially at work.

milkybar kids

work.

good intentions

like a bump  on a bump on a log, baby;

like i'm in a fistfight with the fog, baby;

step, ball-change, and a-pirouette!

and i regret 

how i said to you,

honey, just open your heart,

when i have trouble 

even opening a honey jar....

but i fell for you honey,

easy as falling asleep.

and that right there

is the course i keep.

and no amount of talking

is going to soften the fall

and there is hesitation,

and it always remains

(concerning you, me,

and the rest of the gang)

[arvid, from work]

and i know you meant

to show the extent

to which you gave a goddang

and i do hate to fold,

right here at the top of my game,

when i've been trying

with my whole heart and soul

to stay right here, in the right lane.

recent photos, mostly from my way to and from work. word are all from 'good intentions paving co.' by joanna newsom. it's been about ten years since i've needed to listen to a song at least five times a day. the last one was 'never is a promise' by fiona apple - this one is about a million times more upbeat and delightful and beautifully written.

cramming

brooke, ant and i went to crystal palace. this is what remains.

a replica corner. and a tv tower.

and a bunch of dinosaurs!

they're based on what scientists first came up with when they found some bones.

the sunday when i couldn't get into work.

dad, in the mies room at boundary (after accommodation drama).

the drama obviously made him crazy.

sunset over shoreditch.

recovery

this past week i worked seven days straight and survived relatively unscathed. five of those seven days was accompanied by this - loud, dusty and incredible disruptive road works, right outside the door. you would think that it might dissuade people from coming in, but no, soho kids are loyal like that. either way it's over now, and because everyone has returned from their holidays, i'm only working two days a week from now until my return. so in my recovery, sunday was spent as a customer (with celeste from milkbar) and today i don't really feel like going outside so life will resume again tomorrow.

lasting legacy

i re-wrote the menu before i left climpson's.

sunday in the life

waiting for a table at albion... admiring the selection.

waiting (forever) for breakfast at albion with steph and hannah.

and temptation was succumbed to. hannah is as good at justifying as me - we worked hard all week and sunday was a beautiful day for the park and you can't go to the park without tasty treats. and there you have it.

steph and hannah.

another gig at climpsons, the end of the triple rosie tour.

ora, lizzie and kerry watching tom - "if whiskey doesn't kill me..."

matt d.

triple rosie. "if i could be a note, i'd be all of them."

that's ish marquez, the guy they were supporting on tour. they wrote some wicked songs on the road.

ora cogan, with help from max.

oscar had really shiny shoes on.

day in the life

saturday.

get to work at 7:30 ready to open at 8.

though the market opens officially at 10 it takes a while to get going...

...and it wasn't even that busy today.

jamie and hannah, killing it on the machine.

the remnants of mid-afternoon snack, courtesy of the stall just outside our door, 'flour power'.

an eerily vacant cafe. this does not happen.

finishing up for the day.

the twat (and mutton).

an all too familiar sight, though not my responsibility today. technically, because i was chef today i should have finished at four, but i stuck around doing odd jobs til five and then skipped out when the real cleaning began...

...straight to the bar next door with jamie (nicola too). nothing like sitting in the gutter with a cocktail after a long day.

yes chef.

we gathered some more people ad hung out drinking free cocktails for a while. they really are so good to us there.

some of my housemates were at the cat/twat but matt, nicola, hannah, gustav and a bunch of swedes were hanging on the corner, so i did that instead.

after much indecision and loitering we ended up in the gutter outside the dove (down the road a bit). none of us have any money (paid on monday), all of us were tired and just over it so we parted until tomorrow. pretty much a typical saturday, so now you know.