Overdue visit to a new local arts centre. I got the owner, a young English woman, talking about disability art.
Might have known it; her only experience with us artistic crips has been with the foot and mouth painting brigade (no offence intended - each to their own I say). The idea of us expressing our experiences through our art hadn’t occurred to her, even though this is what she does with her photography.
Jeni’s birthday today. We’re having some of the Spanish neighbours in along with some English friends this evening (notice how I slipped in the reference to Spain? We’re currently down here in the warm Spanish autumn, looking after a friend’s Cortijo while they visit family in yUK. Thanks to the Internet I can still work though and do things like this). As I don’t drink, Jen’s put me in charge of the wine. Although, unlike the UK, drink is not a problem down here (at least not for the Spanish) as they’ve been introduced to it from early childhood. The English mob will probably end up under the tables again though!
Reply from Colin – “What’s this crap Dave?! What’s happened to your usual style of writing?” (never been a one to mince words our Col!) “I was trying to be a bit more arty farty” I tell him. “Well stop it. It’s not big and it’s not clever!!” “O.K. How about this?” “Much better”.