I'm on the London train getting ready for my meeting with Sue Jones. I met her ages ago at a Tea party (no joke) in Ipswich and only have a vague recollection of what she looks like. Luckily I was able to look at her profile picture on Facebook and as long as she is wearing a straw hat and sunglasses I will be able to pick her out in the cafe. She want to talk to me about being in the next Whitstable Biennale but I'm not sure in what capacity, light sweeping up duties maybe. The fear of being asked to do something live is lurking in the back of my mind and I am quivering slightly as I type. She said to bring some images of recent shows so I have prepared a two hour Powerpoint presentation complete with handouts and other visual aids detailing my life's work. Cleverly I haven't told her this as I think I would be sitting alone in the cafe my carnation wilting in my lapel. I am glad to announce that I have also been able to move my office from Burger King to a civilised little vegetarian cafe in Museum street. They don't have wifi but someone nearby has been kind enough not to secure their network. The main advantage of this cafe is not the quality of its nut roast but that its clientele doesn't heave itself out of its pushchair onto ones table screaming "food food" until the mother arrives to ladle meat products into its gullet. Actually I miss it a little.
I've made a little itinerary for today using my new iPhone. I'm hoping to get to Vyner Street and Cell project space. The phone has plotted a route, identified various hazards and will play James Bond theme tunes should I falter.
