I have a dream

I woke up wondering where on earth I was. I soon figured out I was on the ridge in a sofabed in a room in a flat in Wimbledon (Village) and I'd got one of my heads. Water and tea were the order of the day, and it took from 8.30am until 11.30am to actually summon up the energy to head off home.

Rich gave me an unscheduled tour of Wimbledon and its environs, eventually turfing me out of his car in the middle of a road junction. I was soon on a train to Waterloo and back indoors in time for Jude's constitutional. The afternoon was spent cutting the grass, a little bit of study and Jude walking before the onslaught of the fireworks. I really can't see the point of individual fireworks banging, cracking and fizzing from 5pm until the early hours and the sound of the ambulance sirens which tend to acompany them, and Jude seems to share my sentiments on this matter. I left my terrified greyhound a-trembling on the sofa watching Strictly Come Dancing on the TV which I put on to distract her from the noise of the fireworks - but on second thoughts I'm not sure what was the worse experience.

So off for beers before the Barbican, which unfortunately turned out to be a solitary experience - get well soon K. I took my seat and listened to Martin Luther King's 'I have a dream' speech played in its entirety before Antony and the Johnsons took to the stage. Charles Atlas choreographed captivating video images of amazing looking androgynous models (who took it in turns to pose on a turntable at the side of the platform) and projected these onto a giant screen behind the performers; a perfect accompaniment to the dreamlike quality of the music - they reminded me of Andy Warhol's screen tests. What a concert - for 1½ hours I was mesmerised. A stonking 9/10!

Watch this to get a flavour:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flQj-Q4csi0&mode=related&search=