Dear Bone Lovers
Leaving New York is always painful, we arrived in London just in the nick of time. 8:30pm actually 11:30pm thank you American Airlines. One last call and we were snuggling in our spacious BUNK beds by 12:30 in our 4 foot by 6 foot hotel room, note to self no more beans.
Next day, after a busy afternoon consuming British fashion we hooked up with our alternative fashionably ally. our local expat.She was sporting a new tatoo of pagan catholic imagery and was as always thirsty. She regaled us with her tales of failed penitentiary romance, but she promised their attendance at our screening, bunker "yummy". We ate fabulous Mexican on westbourn grove road - note to self - no more beans. After inner we promptly got lost, bunker "They should tear all this old shit down and rebuild according to the grid principal, 1st street, 2nd street.
Arrived at the West Bourne Studios under the WESTWAY motorway [sacred clash territory] via black cab, three blocks freom our hotel, to a wolfpack of gathered paparazzi. ~Of course, Staso thought they were waiting for him, but quickly deduced they were waiting for a true celebrity, KATE MOSS.- who else would warrant this type of attention, POSH SPICE. Nevertheless we entered quickly and met the festival director, JB, aka Jonathan, a youthful late 40's anarcho punk. He started this festival back when portobello road was in it's bad days, like almost everywhere else, it's been rehabbed in a very posh way. "sushi anyone?" luckily there was a bar, and smoking outside where Staso told Bunker to wait for Kate Moss as he went into the theater to see her in the FLESH. The short [10mn] film "The town that boars me." played in a great screening room and the place was packed to the rafters w/ a very lwith it london crowd. The film had extreme production values and starred the edgy Kelly Osborne, sadly the film ended, Staso got his photos of the extremely talented Ms. Osborne as she grandly exited the theater to a explosion of paparazzi flash bulbs. Bunker screaming "She's just 10 feet away and I can't see Kate Moss?, all I see is that creepy el lay reality chick." Bunker cried at finding out the truth and drowned his humiliation over several pints, at the Warwick Castle pub on portobello road, [sacred clash ground].
more, much more tomorrow.
glimmer out.
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