london
landed in london on a rainy wet saturday. first time in 3 visits in the last year that it was raining which is good luck so i guess i had it coming and all.
anyushow, i landed from the red eye and pervy picked me up form the tubers, and i proceeded to take a nappage and woke up wanting to find joyeaux. she told me to head to kingston for a party.... i thought kingston was in london and thought "lovely!" i was saying lovely a lot because speaking with a englishman is so fun in england. they probably think i'm an idiot, butt it's fun. at the end of the flight, the stewardess asked how my flight was to which i responded quite satisfactree!" anyways... kingston is not in london. it ended up being a 80 minute train ride outside of london. her text to me was, "come to magical island. there is workshop, fire, music,. kingston station. ravensate island. get off at kingston turn right out of station over the bridge turn right, turn left on water follow down river 10 min"
hm.
pretty dicey directions 4000 miles from home. turn left at the river and walk for 10 minutes. butt i did it and got cought up in the adventure. i called her when i got off the train and she said we're on an orange boat.
hm.
boat party i thought.
so i see some people. i see a pier with boats docked. i see the end of the piers with no more boats and no orange boat. 20 mintes down the river, i walk a little further down and hear a whistle. i didn't pay hither since i was all like where the fuck in the world am i and who would whistle at me here? but the whistle came again and i looked closer... it was her coming to pick me up in an orange rowboat, rowing down the thames. she came over to me and picked me up.
that was original.
we proceeded to the island.
the island was at the base of the thames in kingston called
raven's ait. apparently where documents that led to the ratification of the magna carta were signed. ait = small island.
anyhow, it was turned into a squat by eco-warriors that had tidied the place up and were inhabiting it. i felt bad. i walk into the party- these aren't the peaceful protestors, i look at the pictures on the wall and there are pics from protests from back in the day. people are looking at them recognizing their parents and stuff. it was bizarre. and the protests lookes like the ones where they chaing themselves to tractors and shit. the hardcore people. there were blueprints out of the next operation... everyone is wearing ragged sweats with holes in them and i walk in like the asshole with cowboy boots, dolce and gabbana jeans, a tuxedo shirt and a burberry coat and say "ummm.. hi!".
but i did notice that some were throwing their cigarette butts on the ground. i always thought this was weird when envirnomentalists did this. hmmm... anyways. i struggle when i get to these places.
anyways... they were freaks and that's a good thing. there was a male beauty pageant, joyyeaux conceived a children's fairy show with a fairy land, we met friends, i met a peaceful nick, and an angry nick, a crazy tobes whom didn't get along with angry nick.
when it came time to eat dinner, they were cooking in the kitchen and we were eating raw potatoes or some shit. i'm like.. dude- you can't cook your potatoes?
we played underneath chairs and tables, we carved paths through muddy shrubs- she like looked at my clothes and said "are those nice?" and then proceeded to drag me through the mud..., we barked at geese, we at eggs.
then she asked me if i wanted to play with the invisible fairies.
umm... that prompted me to look at the time. it was one. last train to london had left and i was on the island for the night. so what am i gonna do, be the asshole and say i don't see any fucking fairies? so for the next three hours i had to pretend like i was playing with fucking invisible fucking fairies...
and then after that we start talking to other people. i talk with crazy tobes and he's talking jibberish and i just think he's ingested some loops and so i thought i would have fun with him or maybe even participate. anyways, i find out that he's actually kinda naturally loopy. this angers angry fucking nick and he starts pulling crazy tobes around the island by the hair saying get off the island, get off the island. it was a horrible sight to witness actually... the kind of event where you feel horrible for not stepping in to say anything and then for the next ten hours relive the scanario thinking what you could have done if you weren't such a pussy....
anyhow angry nick is a drunk beligerent power tripper but infortunately he kinda runs the shop. so... joyeaux and i quack at ducks and then retire to bed and then eat some eggs.
anyhooze- joyeaux and i have met for maybe 10 minutes in person at the
bethnal green working men's club at some
hunga munga festival last september when i was there. that's it. then we wrote each other some letters. i followed her work and saw that she was an immensely creative creature producing very nice stuff. genius.
this was our first real encounter though. on some island outside of london on the thames playing with fairies in too expensive clothes for a weird squat picked up in a rowboat.
the night was magical and it was lovely spending time with her.
i got to bed at 6ish and had to wake up at 9ish so i could try and cross the river and catch the train to make it to pervy's mom's place for easter brunch. i woke up and the only person that would operate the fairy was angry nick and they said to wake him up. i didn't much like that guy, so i looked around for the rowboat, found it and paddled across and left the island of ravens ait.
had easter brunch with pervy and then metup for din din with bigal.
wonderful first 24 hours in london or not in london.
i love london...
new wife in st. helena, lived with my family in the mission in san francisco, made out with a tranny at the endup.
motional inside and i didn't want to break down. for the first time in my ten years of living in new york, i don't wanna go 
back. been to ten cities and saw tens of loved ones that i really really love.
