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Sorry I haven't posted this sooner; the thing is, I've been feeling absolutely exhausted these past few days - and for no good reason! Sixteen hours (at least) out of every twenty-four spent drowning in a sleep punctuated only by the craziest dreams imaginable... Discharged from hospital, I knew it would take my brain a while to repair the damage inflicted upon it by full-blown sinusitis - but to still be healing up, four and a half years on... Fuck! Anyway, let me get this down and then I can get back to bed... Last Sunday, Steph and I paid another visit to the South Bank; Pauline wanted to come, but unfortunately, her feet were causing her too much suffering, and so she had to stay at home (boo! hiss!)... On reaching Waterloo, Steph and I decided first to visit the Tate Gallery; it was the Surrealism wing we were inarrested in seeing, not least 'cause we didn't get a chance to see the last time we were there... Anyway, Steph and I went and checked it out, and I'm pleased to say it lived up to its hype as one supacool collection of stuff; from Duchamp, Ernst and company all the way up to Picasso and Bacon, the works on show were wicked to a daub... Then Steph and I took a walk down to the National Film Theatre and attended a screening of Bunuel's Los Olvidados - an early work of badass Surrealism from the master, and one I only wish I'd seen sooner! (As a matter of fact, I did pay a visit to the NFT - in 1995 - with the intention of seeing "Los Olvidados"; however, it being the first UK screening in years, every Bunuel fan for miles had turned out to see it, and I failed to get a motherfucking ticket! Thirteen years on, however, it seems the majority of Bunuel fans have been satisfied, so that Steph and I had no trouble getting in...) ...Anyway, I guess that's all I've gotta say for now; back to the pleasures of the subconscious, I guess...

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