What I did in September 2015

Caught a boat to North Greenwich and saw some of Alex Chinneck's wonderful creations: a curled up pylon in a gallery and an upside down pylon. I also made a pylon out of cardboard in the pylon making workshop, and then wore it as a hat.

Wandered around the Shoreditch Town Hall Hotel with Monika, wondering where the Duchess was, peering into TV screens, walking through wardrobes, and looking for jewellery underneath floorboards and realising that neither of us had reflections. (Had we become vampires?)

Walked around Osterley Park and visited the Osterley Cork Oak, which is one of the Great Trees of London.

Set my alarm for 3AM and got up and stared at the red moon.

Saw some of the sculptures which are now part of The Line, including Thomson & Craighead's signpost saying how faraway "here" was and Richard Wilson's Slice of Reality.

Had drinks with Frood at the St George's Tavern and the Cask.

Saw Mistress America at the cinema, and ate delicious tofu at Joy King Lau with doseybat and Lina.

Wandered through Meanwhile Gardens and stared at the reflections in the canal, while on my way to the Trellick Tower.

Stared at the colourful wallpaper in Pugin's home, The Grange, in Ramsgate.

Walked across the sand in Ramsgate and stared at the sea.

Wandered through the Ramsgate Tunnels, which were originally a railway tunnel and then extended to provide shelter for 60,000 people, and were used during the Second World War.

Saw some beautiful sunsets.

Reached my activity goal on the Misfit app every day.

Waved goodbye to Barbelith.

Visited Bold Tendencies in a multi-storey car-park in Peckham. Stared at the views of London from the top, looked in the Derek Jarman garden, stared at pictures of rooms and wallpaper, and at the patterns that were in the Possessed exhibitions and followed the squiggly line by Richard Wentworth across the roof.

At the South London Gallery, I saw a room that looked somehow destroyed, with dangling parcel tape and bits of toilets and the words on the wall, "Destruction is difficult; Indeed it is as difficult as creation. - Antonio Gramsci (Prison notebook 6)."

( More, but repeated from before )