Sunday 28 March 2010: JACK, THE LAD
The day didn't get off to a very good start as Louis awoke me, at six o'clock, demading his breakfast. I managed to stave off his face swipes and incessant purring until quarter to seven but then got up as I was unable to stand it any longer.
I then eased myself into the day and at half past eight received a telephone call from a friend - which, seeing as she was only ringing for a chat, struck me as a strange time to call.
I had arranged to go for a spot of retail purgatory with my sister and was astounded when she arrived at my house an hour earlier than planned. After I questioned her about her early arrival it transpired that she wasn't early at all - I had failed to put my clock forward!!! Oh dear.
Having established the correct time (and changed the clocks accordingly) we jetted over the border, from Yorkshire into Lancashire (we did have our passports stamped), in order to assault a retail outlet.
Once in the store I found that the art section contained a whole host of pictures by the artist of the painting depicted above. It struck me that Jack Vettriano is cropping up in my life at every tip and turn - he has, recently, even infiltrated into my fictional reading matter! Is he trying to take over the world (or just my world)? As it is I wouldn't mind as I love his work although I prefer his darker (some may say erotic) subject matters as his characters fire my imagination into creating stories as to how they have found themselves in the situations they are in, and how, if they want to, are they going to get out of it.
I did my best with the shot but being new to blipping I am still self conscious of clicking away in public places and was worried that the staff may have thought I was planning a heist! Thus, the picture is far from great as, if you look closely, you can see the reflection of the word 'stationery' which was printed on a sign that was hanging from the ceiling just above my head.
I am gong to spend the evening preparing my lunch ready for work tomorrow and then reading my book (so far, Mr Vettriano hasn't appeared in it....yet).