Spent all day in the Tate, mainly in the Romantics room, with my good friends Turner and Blake. I love the Romantics more than anything else, as they unabashedly admit to their roles as inspired geniuses and prophets, AS DO I. I especially loved Regulus by Turner. Painted from the viewpoint of a Roman general who has had his eyelids removed... it is sublime.
After the Tate I walked along the Thames and before I knew it was in the midst of millions of tourists as I had walked right in front of parliament. Woops. I was more interested by the people across the street. For some reason this blog is not allowing me to upload my groundbreaking and beautiful pictures. Of lampposts and anti-war protesters. WHY IS THIS.
The sun is beginning to set and all I can hear are day drinkers in the pub next door. It's heartwarming. I wish that I could join them but I'm still detoxing after the Cambridge bender.