So my dad was down for the weekend, and he couldn't have timed it any better in terms of supporting me through a stressful Saturday of flat viewings. Catherine was great too, and together we saw seven flats in a day, all around the Crystal Palace area. In the end, once I'd got over my prejudice of wanting only a period property and not a modern flat in a block, we saw a couple of gorgeous places, and after deliberation I picked one and put in an offer. It was accepted, so we're good to go! Now for all those phone calls... Spent yesterday speaking to the estate agent, my mortgage adviser and getting solicitors' quotes. Joy!
Having my dad here also encourages me to get out of the house. We all went to Greenwich with my cousin Andy on Saturday evening for top notch Mexican grub, and then on Sunday we went to see a
Crispin Hughes exhibition at the Museum in Docklands. I love that museum - so much to look at and hardly anyone knows where it is.
Also a good weekend of film watching: we tried to see The Da Vinci Code but failed, so saw crude but occasionally brilliant comedy
Waiting instead; finally saw
Batman Begins on DVD, and loved the contrast with its garish, cartoony predecessors - far more sophisticated; and we were pretty gripped by
Phone Booth, even if it was over-the-top. Has anyone seen Brick? Really want to see that!
Hot tip alert! Do do do do check out
Director. They ended my five-week gig avoidance last Thursday, and boy was I glad I bothered. Saw them in the Water Rats, and they gave me that same buzz as when I saw Editors in there. There are musical similarities between the two, but Director aren't as formulaic. Interviewed and saw
Midlake last night too. Their new album is superb, but Catherine and I despise the trek to Kilburn when Bella Union do their nights there. It takes so long to get home that we had to scarper before the end of the gig. Anyways...
m xx
