Ok I went out...

Went down to the Tate Modern & saw the Kandinsky exhibition & the Pierre Huyghe; pretty good altho there was a lot of bollox in the latter.

Walked along the Southbank, where I had a crepe & saw a great free performance by a band called Talkid who played Algerian style music with belly dancers & a mixed band from all over the world which was fun. Best thing was watching people dance up the front, all ages. Really cheered me up...Another great moment was almost literally bumping into Robert Wyatt outside the RFH. Times like that I wish I had a cameraphone...But I didn't and it was probably just as well as I decided not to say hello despite that beard being more impressive in real life.

All this good nature evaporated when I popped into Horse Meat Disco; great music but the place has been overrun by young lisping queens who wouldn't know who Robert Wyatt was even if he ran them down with his wheelchair (gets my vote). It used to be quite chilled & bearish but now it's just another gay bar. Only reason I went on my own is that I planned to go with someone else, but they let me down.

I think I have a problem with feeling uncomfortable with people in public spaces when I'm on my own - especially bars and clubs. I get very self concious and lack confidence.

It's been getting worse as I get older...some small places like Bastard I felt comfortable in, and got me at least to go out every month. But something like this I'm not sure if it's me or the space - certainly when it was on from 2pm it was more relaxed; I just can't feel comfortable in a space like that full of young attitudey twinks and the odd very clippered muscle bear...despite the music being very good.

It's the old dilemma - down the road the RVT was jammed with queues round the block for Orange, people were sitting in the old pleasure gardens - what's left of them - and the men are more my style...sadly the music is terrible bosh bosh hard or funky house and the high likelihood of drug fucked queens that have been at it all weekend.

I'm supposed to meet said friend at Marvellous at around 10-11pm tonight, but after this depressing episode I'm not sure.

You can't win...can I become a hermit?

Ok I went out...

Went down to the Tate Modern & saw the Kandinsky exhibition & the Pierre Huyghe; pretty good altho there was a lot of bollox in the latter.

Walked along the Southbank, where I had a crepe & saw a great free performance by a band called Talkid who played Algerian style music with belly dancers & a mixed band from all over the world which was fun. Best thing was watching people dance up the front, all ages. Really cheered me up...Another great moment was almost literally bumping into Robert Wyatt outside the RFH. Times like that I wish I had a cameraphone...But I didn't and it was probably just as well as I decided not to say hello despite that beard being more impressive in real life.

All this good nature evaporated when I popped into Horse Meat Disco; great music but the place has been overrun by young lisping queens who wouldn't know who Robert Wyatt was even if he ran them down with his wheelchair (gets my vote). It used to be quite chilled & bearish but now it's just another gay bar. Only reason I went on my own is that I planned to go with someone else, but they let me down.

I think I have a problem with feeling uncomfortable with people in public spaces when I'm on my own - especially bars and clubs. I get very self concious and lack confidence.

It's been getting worse as I get older...some small places like Bastard I felt comfortable in, and got me at least to go out every month. But something like this I'm not sure if it's me or the space - certainly when it was on from 2pm it was more relaxed; I just can't feel comfortable in a space like that full of young attitudey twinks and the odd very clippered muscle bear...despite the music being very good.

It's the old dilemma - down the road the RVT was jammed with queues round the block for Orange, people were sitting in the old pleasure gardens - what's left of them - and the men are more my style...sadly the music is terrible bosh bosh hard or funky house and the high likelihood of drug fucked queens that have been at it all weekend.

I'm supposed to meet said friend at Marvellous at around 10-11pm tonight, but after this depressing episode I'm not sure.

You can't win...can I become a hermit?

Ok I went out...

Went down to the Tate Modern & saw the Kandinsky exhibition & the Pierre Huyghe; pretty good altho there was a lot of bollox in the latter.

Walked along the Southbank, where I had a crepe & saw a great free performance by a band called Talkid who played Algerian style music with belly dancers & a mixed band from all over the world which was fun. Best thing was watching people dance up the front, all ages. Really cheered me up...Another great moment was almost literally bumping into Robert Wyatt outside the RFH. Times like that I wish I had a cameraphone...But I didn't and it was probably just as well as I decided not to say hello despite that beard being more impressive in real life.

All this good nature evaporated when I popped into Horse Meat Disco; great music but the place has been overrun by young lisping queens who wouldn't know who Robert Wyatt was even if he ran them down with his wheelchair (gets my vote). It used to be quite chilled & bearish but now it's just another gay bar. Only reason I went on my own is that I planned to go with someone else, but they let me down.

I think I have a problem with feeling uncomfortable with people in public spaces when I'm on my own - especially bars and clubs. I get very self concious and lack confidence.

It's been getting worse as I get older...some small places like Bastard I felt comfortable in, and got me at least to go out every month. But something like this I'm not sure if it's me or the space - certainly when it was on from 2pm it was more relaxed; I just can't feel comfortable in a space like that full of young attitudey twinks and the odd very clippered muscle bear...despite the music being very good.

It's the old dilemma - down the road the RVT was jammed with queues round the block for Orange, people were sitting in the old pleasure gardens - what's left of them - and the men are more my style...sadly the music is terrible bosh bosh hard or funky house and the high likelihood of drug fucked queens that have been at it all weekend.

I'm supposed to meet said friend at Marvellous at around 10-11pm tonight, but after this depressing episode I'm not sure.

You can't win...can I become a hermit?

Ok I went out...

Went down to the Tate Modern & saw the Kandinsky exhibition & the Pierre Huyghe; pretty good altho there was a lot of bollox in the latter.

Walked along the Southbank, where I had a crepe & saw a great free performance by a band called Talkid who played Algerian style music with belly dancers & a mixed band from all over the world which was fun. Best thing was watching people dance up the front, all ages. Really cheered me up...Another great moment was almost literally bumping into Robert Wyatt outside the RFH. Times like that I wish I had a cameraphone...But I didn't and it was probably just as well as I decided not to say hello despite that beard being more impressive in real life.

All this good nature evaporated when I popped into Horse Meat Disco; great music but the place has been overrun by young lisping queens who wouldn't know who Robert Wyatt was even if he ran them down with his wheelchair (gets my vote). It used to be quite chilled & bearish but now it's just another gay bar. Only reason I went on my own is that I planned to go with someone else, but they let me down.

I think I have a problem with feeling uncomfortable with people in public spaces when I'm on my own - especially bars and clubs. I get very self concious and lack confidence.

It's been getting worse as I get older...some small places like Bastard I felt comfortable in, and got me at least to go out every month. But something like this I'm not sure if it's me or the space - certainly when it was on from 2pm it was more relaxed; I just can't feel comfortable in a space like that full of young attitudey twinks and the odd very clippered muscle bear...despite the music being very good.

It's the old dilemma - down the road the RVT was jammed with queues round the block for Orange, people were sitting in the old pleasure gardens - what's left of them - and the men are more my style...sadly the music is terrible bosh bosh hard or funky house and the high likelihood of drug fucked queens that have been at it all weekend.

I'm supposed to meet said friend at Marvellous at around 10-11pm tonight, but after this depressing episode I'm not sure.

You can't win...can I become a hermit?