"Let no Stranger to the Muses Enter."
Good evening, LiveJournal. (Although, for the purposes of technical accuracy and temporal precision, it is almost three o'clock in the morning here.) I trust that you are all doing as well as can be expected.
I am presently dressed head-to-toe in black, and about to break into the Courtauld Gallery to make off with some works by Renoir (and also rearrange some of the books in the gift shop, so that the numerous volumes about "Banksy" are hidden from view - that man already receives far too much publicity in my unnecessarily humble opinion). I must point out that astartesyriaca knows nothing of my actions, although she might well question me about the numerous additional items of "luggage" packed haphazardly in sheets of newspaper from yesterday's copy of The Times, and secured with those pink elastic bands used by Royal Mail, which will appear - as if by magic - in our suite tomorrow morning.
In view of my dastardly criminal activities, there seems little point in my recommending the exhibition, "Renoir at the Theatre - Looking at La Loge", as most of the best items will be gone by the time you read this. Nevertheless, whilst my black silk sack is large, strong, and voluminous, its capacity is but finite. Therefore, all things being equal, it is unlikely that my haul will encompass every item on show, so it might be worth your while, if passing by the Courtauld, to pop in and glance at what remains.
Obviously, bringing a laptop to an art theft* may be regarded as a ludicrous indulgence, and since this particular piece of technology is not one of those wafer-thin Mac "Air" affairs, I am tempted to concur with that view, as I'll probably now be bent double under the weight of my "booty" when I make good my escape. However, given the slightly theatrical nature of the art in question, I also wanted to mention another excellent distraction: Messrs. Kevin Spacey and Jeff Goldblum in David Mamet's very fine play about the limitations of Hollywood and Art, Speed the Plow, at the Old Vic. astartesyriaca and I enjoyed this greatly tonight, although you will doubtless be relieved to know that making off with either thespian as a souvenir definitely fell into the category of "indulgence", and so was not attempted...
In conclusion, I am not a ninja, but rather more piratical in inclination. Thus, should my plans go awry, and I end up walking some metaphorical plank for my actions tonight, please note that I have a fondness for cherry Genoa cake - which I am sure M'lady is more than capable of baking for me, complete with the requisite hardware-based ingredient to enable my avoidance of a long stay at Her Majesty's pleasure.
Ooh, these Grandville illustrations are excellent, even by torchlight - if I get away with this nonsense, I might pinch one of 'em for a userpic...
Ta-ra!
Muso Addendum: Utah Saints - Something Good '08. Oh yeah, baby. Back with a bangin' vengeance...
*Unlike, say, bringing a WAP-enabled knife to a gunfight. (And if you can disentangle the movie reference buried within that sentence, then you've probably had rather more sleep than I...)
I am presently dressed head-to-toe in black, and about to break into the Courtauld Gallery to make off with some works by Renoir (and also rearrange some of the books in the gift shop, so that the numerous volumes about "Banksy" are hidden from view - that man already receives far too much publicity in my unnecessarily humble opinion). I must point out that astartesyriaca knows nothing of my actions, although she might well question me about the numerous additional items of "luggage" packed haphazardly in sheets of newspaper from yesterday's copy of The Times, and secured with those pink elastic bands used by Royal Mail, which will appear - as if by magic - in our suite tomorrow morning.
In view of my dastardly criminal activities, there seems little point in my recommending the exhibition, "Renoir at the Theatre - Looking at La Loge", as most of the best items will be gone by the time you read this. Nevertheless, whilst my black silk sack is large, strong, and voluminous, its capacity is but finite. Therefore, all things being equal, it is unlikely that my haul will encompass every item on show, so it might be worth your while, if passing by the Courtauld, to pop in and glance at what remains.
Obviously, bringing a laptop to an art theft* may be regarded as a ludicrous indulgence, and since this particular piece of technology is not one of those wafer-thin Mac "Air" affairs, I am tempted to concur with that view, as I'll probably now be bent double under the weight of my "booty" when I make good my escape. However, given the slightly theatrical nature of the art in question, I also wanted to mention another excellent distraction: Messrs. Kevin Spacey and Jeff Goldblum in David Mamet's very fine play about the limitations of Hollywood and Art, Speed the Plow, at the Old Vic. astartesyriaca and I enjoyed this greatly tonight, although you will doubtless be relieved to know that making off with either thespian as a souvenir definitely fell into the category of "indulgence", and so was not attempted...
In conclusion, I am not a ninja, but rather more piratical in inclination. Thus, should my plans go awry, and I end up walking some metaphorical plank for my actions tonight, please note that I have a fondness for cherry Genoa cake - which I am sure M'lady is more than capable of baking for me, complete with the requisite hardware-based ingredient to enable my avoidance of a long stay at Her Majesty's pleasure.
Ooh, these Grandville illustrations are excellent, even by torchlight - if I get away with this nonsense, I might pinch one of 'em for a userpic...
Ta-ra!
Muso Addendum: Utah Saints - Something Good '08. Oh yeah, baby. Back with a bangin' vengeance...
Click to view*Unlike, say, bringing a WAP-enabled knife to a gunfight. (And if you can disentangle the movie reference buried within that sentence, then you've probably had rather more sleep than I...)