Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 12:32 pm
Hey uncle Ceemes, that's the classic late night baby sitting sofa posture there - some things are the same the world over.
I took a rail trip up to London to the Mind, Body, Spirit exhibition at Victoria this afternoon. These events give me the willies - there are usually too many people there claiming to have a direct hotline to god, or advising that standing upside down in a bucket of lard with a little metal pyramid on your nose will improve your chi - that sort of thing. Still, each to his own.
The idea was to meet up with my old shiatsu crew who always have an exhibition stand there. I got a shiatsu from one of the new students (f*ck, did I need it!), a guy from Cyprus who had shattered his jaw and broken his back in an accident while riding an R1 at home on the island. He had been riding without any gear on - like everyone else in the 45 degree C heat, he explained. He'd devised his own series of exercises to get himself back to health and incorporated them into his shiatsu technique. Interesting.
He had the story of his crash and recovery tattooed in writing all the way down his right-hand forearm - to remind him of the event. He had some some colourful swirly patterns on the opposite arm which had something to do with it as well - I didn't understand that bit.
I walked to the South Bank via Westminister where there was a huge Sri Lankan protest going on outside the houses of parliament. They were chanting but were drowned out by Big Ben striking 7 o'clock as I walked by. Boy is that thing loud.
It was the hottest day of the year so far, so the tourists were out all along the embankment. After eating at the South Bank, I walked all the way back through the city to Kings Cross rail station, to catch a train home. I love London at night.
I took a rail trip up to London to the Mind, Body, Spirit exhibition at Victoria this afternoon. These events give me the willies - there are usually too many people there claiming to have a direct hotline to god, or advising that standing upside down in a bucket of lard with a little metal pyramid on your nose will improve your chi - that sort of thing. Still, each to his own.
The idea was to meet up with my old shiatsu crew who always have an exhibition stand there. I got a shiatsu from one of the new students (f*ck, did I need it!), a guy from Cyprus who had shattered his jaw and broken his back in an accident while riding an R1 at home on the island. He had been riding without any gear on - like everyone else in the 45 degree C heat, he explained. He'd devised his own series of exercises to get himself back to health and incorporated them into his shiatsu technique. Interesting.
He had the story of his crash and recovery tattooed in writing all the way down his right-hand forearm - to remind him of the event. He had some some colourful swirly patterns on the opposite arm which had something to do with it as well - I didn't understand that bit.
I walked to the South Bank via Westminister where there was a huge Sri Lankan protest going on outside the houses of parliament. They were chanting but were drowned out by Big Ben striking 7 o'clock as I walked by. Boy is that thing loud.
It was the hottest day of the year so far, so the tourists were out all along the embankment. After eating at the South Bank, I walked all the way back through the city to Kings Cross rail station, to catch a train home. I love London at night.
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