today i went to tate modern, it was pretty cool. i was especially impressed by the 150 ft tall moaning vagina. and i dug the rothko room. oooh, rothko. i like a nice bit of rothko i do. hmm, sounding a bit mati there.

anyway, speaking of vaginas, i was a little distrubed to realise i'd been possessed by the spirit of peter yeandle, as i spent most of the day checking out girls rather than paintings. holy shit! the tate is overloaded with foxy arty chicks! if i lived in london i'd probably hang out there all the time in the vain hope of pulling a sexy cubist or a randy impressionist or something. i could perch next to a damien hirst and pretend to read an interesting book, in the style of a teenage christian cable in a nightclub.

that is all.