Today was really prints I got out of bed slightly late but made it to work on time
I feel excited about board-games and monkeys dressed up as c18th ladies
I'm so thirsty
Last night I had to watch Death in Venice. It was very silly.
I want to tell the world that I'm gay.
I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I've been in prison.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's ten thousand photographs of my cat.
I want to say thanks to Lady Schreiber, for collecting fans
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, just like my cat And bipolar disorder.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.
Aaah, I am a hungover lady. Who could have foretold that a lecture at Bonham's on Piat-Joseph Sauvage would have ended up as a shebang on Wigmore Street with 20 porcelainites eating wild boar curry...!
I hate the English aristocracy and all their kin especially if they are not in Burke's peerage and happened to own a Clouet drawing and were all called Francis.
Today I decided, after a rather boring weekend, during which my ability to speak French was EXPLOITED by Prero, who made me translate articles on Byzantine sigillography, that I would ensure at least one day this coming weekend was spent doing something fun. I have long wanted to go and see Brighton Pavillion, so I initially looked into the idea of going to Brighton on Saturd ay night and spending a leisurely Sunday at yon Regency horror. However, everything in Brighton is very expensive on a Saturday night, presumably because of all those pesky gayers taking advantage of the fact there are no Christian b & b owners and indulging in modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah (TM). So, being not only Northern, but intrepid, I have booked Prero and myself on coaches to and from Brighton at ungodly hours because it was only FOUR POUNDS EACH WAY! Imagine my delight when I realised, on perusing the Royal Pavillion website, that I had managed to organise a day trip to Brighton on the only day of the year when admission to the Royal Pavillion is FREE!
Hurray!
jermynsavile do you fancy meeting up for a beverage on Sunday evening?
Do you think I'd get the sack if once - just once - I responded to casual name-dropping by visitors by saying 'I don't CARE which of our curators you've met once at some private view to which you probably weren't even invited. Dropping names strikes no fear into my heart, our curators rarely throw their weight around in the manner you seem to think normal and acceptable, probably because they know they are doing a decent job with a national collection. I do not care who you are or who you've met, you are still ONLY A BLOODY ART-HISTORIAN!'
Sigh. I am bored bored bored. I am sitting at work cataloguing hideous c19th fans with narsty theatrical scenes on the and they're DULL. I want to finish them today so I have to plug on. Prero is as we speak on a flight from Mumbai to Heathrow, which is GREAT and I will go and meet her tonight and then all with be proper again and we shall be us.
Spare a thought for poor little Mia, pluckily manning the Prints and Drawings Students' Room and single-handedly dealing with all the art-historian lunatics wiv no mates in THE WHOLE WORLD...
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