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Today we are meeting to finalise the photographs for the exhibition. The meeting started at half Twp and half of the meeters are no where to be seen (its twenty to 3). Like mother like daughter.
For lunch I had the moist expensive meal I've had yet and it was only a burger and a coke. £4, Jesus. Daylight robbery.
Last night (and most of yesterday which is probably why I was angry at the guy on the metro) I was ill. I think its better now though. I thought I was being so careful with everything but obviously not.
Oh well.
This evening I went to a photography talk given by an artist called Pablo Bartholomew. I liked his style, it was all documentary photos from his time in Calcutta when he was the stills photographer for a film called The Chess players. I went with Alka and her daughter Mandy was there so we hung out afterwards and went to her acting workshop where this guy was reciting a monologue from Othello. We kinda walked in half way through and distracted him but after he'd finished they were all cool with the disturbance. She introduced me to her tutor who was a nice guy from America. Very much a drama school student. Then she had her driver drop me off very near Paharganj. Absolute result.