DANTE'S INFERNO

Today I went to an exhibition in the tunnels under Waterloo station, the same space in which I had previously watched the premiere of Banksy's docu/mockumentary Exit Through The Gift Shop in a pop-up cinema. Based on Dante's Inferno, it was called Hell's Half Acre and was one of the coolest exhibitions I've ever seen.  Welcomed to hell by a barking pit-bull terrier, the damp, tunnelled interior was macabre and nightmarish.

I won't even try to explain it - beyond posting these photos - but if you're interested, there's a video interview with the organiser (artist? curator? producer?) here.

London is so goddamn cool.

A plastic-wrapped body, suspended in limbo

The sun was made of hypodermic needles

LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS...

...so are the days of our lives [cue dramatic crescendo of depressing music] Nah nah, nah nah nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah....nah nah nah-nah-nah-nah nah nah NAH nah NAAAAAH....NAAAAAAH.

Well that was fun for me at least. So my summer of freedom is over, the bank balance has been completely wiped out, and I'm back working for da man to earn enough cash for food, shelter and (now that summer is well and truly over) heating. Some of you may not have realised that I took the summer off to travel and play, most likely because I haven't written anything on this blog for about six months. Well I hearby vow to rectify that. Not only will I re-start writing, but I'll finish all my half-drafted blog posts stretching back 18 months (eeek!) and post them at last.

I'll back-date the posts so they appear chronologically, but I'm pretty sure Facebook is going to import them in the order they're updated.  So if you're reading Frankie through my FB notes, prepare to be chronologically confused. Oh, and please nag me if you don't see any new posts appearing. I need to get back into writing if I'm to write a whole novel next month. Which I TOTALLY AM (with the help of http://www.nanowrimo.org/).

See you soon!