Ashmolean Violins

Dear Diary,

Well, I made it to the station and I'm away to Oxford University for this Arts and Languages meeting of minds. Their's some lectures of most interest to me going on there: namely history and art history. I'm thinking maybe I shoukd have brought less guitars and art materials, but I have a gig the moment I arrive back home; so, like last time I'm not even going to have time enough to pop home before I go to the show.

I wanted to do some painting on the way, but that is proving difficult on a bumpy bus. I think sticking to blogging and guitar playing will be a safe bet. It's really not on the flex me being out of sorts, as per usual, not feeling the Flex just yet. Stone-cold sobriety and n'owt to smoke but organic tabacco. I am thinking of begging my blogging busdy Chris for a ride to Oxford but have made sure this time not to rely on his philanthropy, reserving (just) enough funds for the journeys there and back.

I heard the Ashmolean has a fantastic collection of old violins in their magnanimous museum. I wonder if one day I should get a chance to peruse the display of musical instruments. Not to mention the other vast arrays of wonderous artefacts there and at the Pitt Rivers museum.

The sun is shining and it's time for me to fuel up on humus, bread, and my only two bottles this weekend. Surely I can busk up some more juice on the way. I brought my Masters' book on Classical English Guitar pieces to practice, and to perform, in preparation for the gig. If Bluegrass boy Guilliver is on form, it might be alright in the southern-fried chicken style sounds stage-side.

On the Flex,

Max-out. xx