Such a gorgeous place.

Alvin drove us down to riders cafe but the dinner time clashed with my film screening so we settled for marmalade party and the lasagna was fucking good but tiring after a while.

Then we walked around and I saw this beatific view of two Caucasian folks bringing their horse out to pasture and I resisted the urge to VIVA LA AMERICA and mount it and instead took a harmless photo.



Finally ended up at The Arts House.

Had time to kill so we went through intrusion, an exhibit, and I think it's a disgraceful piece of work and I'm well prepared for the people behind it to come lash at me. But it's honestly crap. My dress is more interesting than that.

The stupid shit people try to pass off as art.

Watched the french sleeping beauty afterwards and not only did it fuck with my mind, it eventually made no sense at all and it made me cry that I gave up my precious time to sit through this.

I need to lower my standards man.