Typical Saturday morning. Woke up. Shower. Brekkie. Came to a coffeeshop and work for next week’s presentation. Gonna meet my friends soon. Went to Tate Modern last night. Nothing captivating but overcrowded everywhere. Alcohol-sweat-mixed smell permeated in the gallery rooms. Terrible. Uniqlo’s fault and sin.
Had wild chicken stew with friend in Angel. We were sitting at the bar. People were nice but took away our cutleries without even a note given. ‘We need the table back in an hour.’ ‘Oh, sure.’ Here you are.
Going to Nice tomorrow. Cannot wait for sea, Matisse, and Chagall. Bye London, and school. See you later.