About Picasso, sort of
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I went to the Picasso 1932 exhibition at Tate Modern yesterday and was
going to write something about it but on the way there my attention was
grabbed by a...
1 day ago
Monday, August 06, 2007
Travel Day 5
What is it with the thing that you try to remember something and you don't remeber anything at all. It wasn't even something what happened 36 years ago, we're talking about days now. Anyway, all I can remember about that lost day was that we went to Karlsruhe and I saw a lovely Chinese screen with a moving image and my colleague ate an exploding Vulcano pizza. That's nothing much to tell you about, is it?
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Oh, I don't know about that. I'd quite like to know more about the exploding pizza?
As for remembering, it's not just you. I spent about 15 minutes trying to remember Friday night, but... nope, nothing. It might have a name, that thing. If it does, I'd like to think that no-one can remember it.
Erm, it's called "You're nearly 30, just get used to it." :)
:)
Trouble is, I've had it for years...
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