End of the day, fingers tired
Sat in The Cube Store in Brick Lane listening to Tony Kaye talk about his life, art and the Nissan Cube, which we have been bombing round London in all day, from synagogues to galleries, the National Film Theatre to mosques.
I've been blogging relentlessly all day. I'm not sure I ever want to type the words Nissan Cube again.
Kaye is an interesting man, of this there is no doubt. American History X was a great film and he's outspoken and righteous on the need for humanity to think as one. I'm not sure about the Kabbalah and his insistence that it gave him the necessary technology to be creative, but his eccentric Judaic earnestness resonates deeply. Many friends and family share traits with him.
But I've been up since 5.30am and my body aches (as do my fingers after intensive iPhone tapping). I cannot wait for the car coming in half an hour to take me to Paddington and the train that will carry me home.
It's all been fun, especially being chased around the Tate Britain and told off for using cameras in the gallery as Kaye threw himself on the floor and generally misbehaved in entertaining fashion. But sleep beckons! ‘Time for bed’, said Zebedee...