02.05 WALKAHOLICS

Dion walk everywhere. And he smokes.

It brings me back to the research I've done with retired mailmen, lifelong dogwalkers, and octogenarians who never had a drivers license but still have blockages in the arteries feeding their legs. Claudicants. Or people with claudication to be academically appropriate.

Not all of these walkaholics were smokaholics too. But many were.
It speaks to the power of nicotine over exercise, vices over virtues, and paints a grim picture for the smoking walkaholic.

A walk in the park isn't as easy as it sounds for some...

02.04 HAIR DONATION

This brings me back to that haircut in July. I am donating my locks for a cause, though not as honourable as kids with cancer nor as valiant as a donation to science, I do hope that my most recent donation to the visual arts will contribute somehow to human kind.

Last week I mentioned Sean's artistic endeavours and creative quirks and I have now been sucked into his world, both by curiosity and by charity. He is working with sound and vibration and small particles, like sand, salt, liquid - and hair - to choreograph a multi-media film project.

It's a shame he came asking so soon after Salma un-shagged me. I feel I'm getting closer and closer to that mohawk.

02.03 SUNDAY SPORT

As though I hadn't had enough of rugby after a Saturday, I paused to watch the Sunday players out in the Forest. Every weekend teams gather for pick up and practice. I usually stop and watch for a while, just barely long enough to get into the game and spend my afternoon procrastinating in disguise as a spectator.

02.02 SIX NATIONS

They say the world is getting smaller. But it's down to six nations as far as the Rugby universe is concerned. We spent the afternoon at Walkabout - a shanty but accomodating sports pub in town where all the fans hang out. The massive theatre-size screen makes it feel like the movies and the actors aren't so bad looking.

I rooted for Wales on behalf of Dion - and selected my team well since they took the lead in the second half to beat France in their first game of the league championship.

I have to admit, France's team is glittering with good looking blokes and I might have to shift favour next week. I do love rugby for all the wrong reasons.

02.01 NOTTING-HAM ROCKS

The night kept rolling inspite of the fatigue and we ended up at Dogma for a live gig that Gareth promised to be worth the wait. Aesop Rock, rap artists from NY, had it going until they sent a shout out to Nottingh-HAM and apologized on behalf of the shit their president has disturbed. The mention of George Dubya on any occasion tends to kill a good mood. Besides that, it's getting pretty old - no need to be overapologetic.

01.31 BROWNS

After barely surviving the law exam without falling into an incapacitating delerium, we followed the boys to a barren curry house where a host welcomed us over demoralising music. Turned off by the scene a few of us headed to Browns for some eats before dragging our weary minds and bodies to Dogma for a live gig.

It was a fun night. Just tiring. We were giddy at points.
Media law sucked the juice outta my brain.

A bottle of pear cider replenished some bits. Sleep and the gradual vacating of parts of my brain ridden with details of court cases and law lords should do the trick though.

01.30 CALM BEFORE THE MEDIA LAW STORM

They look almost like a pack of deer in headlights.
Stunned. Stupefied.
I've interrupted the calm before the medial law storm.
A little out of focus - both my camera and my mind.

I expect the day and everything I've learned up to it to depart my memory soon after the exam, and figure its worth capturing on film.