toy cars

Last night was, er, interesting as we slipped into that club to meet Jake's contact.

In a private area. To be honest what we found out was a little bit 'boys and their toys' when I thought about it afterwards. These dinky little cars are linked but I can't really write about it here. This little area of London is part of a bigger plot although I'm not even sure now whether its all just a wind-up. I shall just be glad to be able to get back to home instead of walking around an area where I have to keep checking what is in the shadows.

VIP Poledancing

VIP Poledancing is not exactly my thing, but Jake says that his contacts have asked for another meeting at this club in East london.

This is going like the Amsterdam trip at the moment and I'm not sure I want to continue.

Clare says we don't really have much choice at the moment and that she'll come along with me as a kind of backup. Bigsy also seemed quite interested in joining in. I can't think why.

Now I know why getting the funds for the last studio sessions was quite so easy. There's clearly another agenda operating. I need Jake to level with me.

bedsit

From Fortnums as one of my local shops to this new grocer's shop at the end of my short term street.

Jake's errand to the USA and the meeting with the Ukranians turns out to be a bit more convoluted than I'd expected. I collected the original papers and then met 'Danny' in Exeter, but there seems to be an ongoing list of demands. I'm not quite sure what Jake has gotten into, but Clare assures me its all cool.

I trusted this view until Jake suggested I move to some temporary accommodation for a few days. I was beginning to think I'd not been home in a while and now Jake is practically insisting that I 'hide' for a few days. I know he was doing something similar when I returned from the States, so I'm pretty sure there's some kind of trouble going down. And Bigsy's hurried selection of a 'cheap East End bedsit' hardly inspires confidence.

Exeter

The Ukranian guys asked me for another meeting, which is linked with a gig in Exeter. It suits me, so I'm meeting a guy close to the Cathedral and he is supposed to be handing me some papers for Jake. As it happens, Clare is in Exeter too and I asked her to see whether she could snap a picture of the guy I'm meeting. Amazingly it worked, although the picture of the guy is quite small, mainly the Cathedral. He said his name was Danya though most people call him Danny.

temporary

Staying at a friend's for a couple of days.

There's some work on and I need to be able to get to and fro from a couple of spots fairly quickly.

Staying here means its only about ten minutes walk each way, rather than taking tubes and buses. Much easier as I'm flitting back and forth quite a lot.

Woolworth's building

I did take quite a few pictures whilst I was in the US, but I haven't loaded them to flickr.

This one of the Woolworth's Building seems appropriate though, given the fall of the UK store from its former glory. I think there is still a Woolworth's shoe store in Manhattan.

I was told that the Woolworth's building here was once the tallest skyscraper in New York. Its close to where I had to go to pick up the papers for Jake after I'd met the two Ukranians. They'd arranged to meet for the second time near to Wall Street, which is quite close by.

put us in the corner cos we're into ideas

Some time in the studio today, with rashbre helping out. I've been preoccupied though; thinking back to various Amsterdam and New York moments.

Amsterdam turned out to be a big and quite long mistake, although I enjoyed the city much more than the project. New York is always a great place but the music option there remains to be seen. They talked a good game, but I need to wait to see.

Today, its so refreshing to be back in London, even if it was in one of the damp, grey mini studios near to Denmark Street.

I keep having that Ting Ting song going through my head. The one where Katie says:

Everything’s breaking but I don’t care
Smash the rest up, burn it down.
Put us in the corner cos we’re into ideas.

Take these edges, they’re inside out.
No one will notice, they’re looking elsewhere.
We can’t be honest, we call it off.
We got the choice if it all goes wrong.

We walk, we walk
We walk, we walk

I think I've played that song ten times today.
Thats been my Amsterdam. The one where I walked out.