Had a meeting booked in for Thursday so swapped Thursday for Wednesday. Meeting got cancelled, but forecast for Wednesday is sunny so I don't swap them back. It all makes perfect sense. So here I am on a Wednesday starting the commission I mentioned a week or so back.
Good things about the spot I am standing on:
- I have my back to the Abbey and I'm by some railings so no one can stand or walk behind me.
- There's a BT van next to me so it makes it even harder for people to come and peer at what I'm doing. (Obviously some do and when a large tour party walks past, there is no escaping them.)
- I'm in the shade of the abbey.
- It's a great view - I like it!
Bad things about the spot I am standing on:
- The tour bus parks in front of me.
- Another tour bus parks in front of me.
- Another tour bus ....
Still, it's not a surprise as I knew they would, I just didn't realise it would be this annoying.
On the way back to the studios I see someone with some really green shoes. I don't know why they strike me, but she must really like them as they don't go with anything else she's wearing. Dangerous colour, green.
And also there's a man with a really hairy neck. He's topless so I know he hasn't got a hairy back (or head), but the neck - wow. Of course it could be a tattoo - who knows? Who cares?
Woohoo - my painting has been accepted for the prestigious Threadneedle Prize! Yippety Yay! I am so chuffed that I go and treat myself to painting more of the Upper Bristol Road (actually started last Friday, but it needs a bit of tweaking and it's too early to start drinking).
Ha ha - I fiff - Hee hee - I faff and then I give up as it really didn't take much to finish the painting and I'm too up to concentrate.
Walking back I read the following advert at the local car showroom:
Gone There Gone'
It takes me a moment to decipher the spelling error - Ha ha! Hee hee! It makes me laugh.
I get back to the studios and check my emails for the confirmation of acceptance. What? It's still not there. I better just call and check.
My side of the conversation:
Can I speak to someone about the Threadneedle Prize?
Just calling to check if I got in or not
I didn't get in?
But what about my registration number listed on the website as accepted?
That's a different registration number? A different number that you haven't told me about and I couldn't possibly know?
How, what, why ...
Yeah, thanks ... "
So there you have it - shafted by a bizarre admin system. Inevitably, I am not so chipper now.
P.S. The line drawing was done after discovering my error ...