End point

lets start from the end..

There is a strange comfort in an artificial existence abroad i must say. Not exactly how i pictured people doing this with all their money on the pocket of their finest coat, just across their foreign passport and their suit case shaped belongings.
Oh, those are the days. But not me, my foreign passport now has something called a common denominator, big fat EU letters on it. That is right, i'm a deluxe foreign person, which is to say, even if it doesn't matter on the tube, it will get that nose up every time you ask a real foreigner for a strawberry sundae.
But enough of simple day to day things, let us talk about the galactic issues, something that changes the daily lives of millions of foreign and national people, Art. Oh yes, even I almost got myself thinking this was about money! my introduction I mean, not Art of course.
But that will be another day, I have to go and see what 26£ of art book surprises are in stored for me this evening.

May I just add, as a curiosity, that the last time i tryed to have a diary, it ended up being a sort of an anuary, where i stared all my entries going "sorry for that dear diary.."