& who'd have thought that working would bring such a meeting together?
I was working tonight at the Haunch of Venison Punk in Pictures exhibition which was curated by Toby Mott. My instructions were, to stand by the door & tell people that they weren't allowed to bring their drinks in (any drinks). I was wearing a topshop dress (underneath the polka-dotty shirt) as I was required to wear black, I didn't have time to go home today. I kept the tag on for a quick return tomorrow (not sure I really liked it). Reading that back, the last line sure made me sound like a wet-napkin, unless you like wet-napkins. I'm not so sure about them myself. Depends on how moist they are I guess. Not the dubious moist.
Floods of people, much more than I expected, for me & another guy working. The large amount of bodies, created a very humid environment, which was not welcome to many & definitely not to me. I don't think I do very well in humid-heat. Got comments in the tune of, "That's not very punk is it?" from people in pin-stripes & work suits. Horse & Hound types en masse crowded the gallery & desperate to regale their tales of when they remembered punk & so-and-so & who-and-who. I didn't understand the no-drink rule, as they were all posters on the walls behind plastic sleeves & fanzines under glass observation tables.
Anyway, it was crowded, hot & very busy this time around. People were faced with the dilemma of whether to leave their drink on a rather full & complicatedly messy table, or to chug their beer they just got from the bar & risk the ever crude after-burp which inevitably comes when chugging a high volume of a carbonated beverage, not to mention the heavy-full feeling, which isn't very welcome at any time (to me).
Adam Ant entered into the melee & I tried to tell him about bringing his drink into the gallery. Toby Mott then stepped in & said "he's alright, he's with me. he's the exception." Well I guess he was then.
He milled around for a while & during the last hour or so, I decided to ask him for a picture. He was really nice & then when he left he grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze & said "nice to meet you".
Okay, so it wasn't the best anecdote ever. I mean, breezing past Mugabe in a chemist was, I have to say was slightly more exciting? but oh well, can't win them all I guess; but he was a Prince Charming.
Thanks Adam Ant it was very nice to meet you too.
