Funtiem lols & roffles in the city of Nottingham. srsly

Despite the dreary atmosphere and lack of cute spunky girls I decided to foray to Nottingham City Centre for the day to check out the new exhibition at Nottingham Contempoary [pictured].

Unfortunately the gallery is closed until Friday, though I was permitted to be nosy and take a few snaps of what the custodians were composing .

This hiatus also mean no Wednesday-noon tours so that'll have to wait until next week.

To fill the artistic void left by Wael Shawky's inability to brave English weather I got one of these cute little craft packs, complemented by suggestions on what to do with the thread & needle provided. More on this soon!

I got this very pretty book all about Voltaire, too. I am a Voltaire fangirl and junk. <3 xoxoxoxoxo le'MAO

I went in to some posh giftwrap shop which I *think* was named Paper Chase but the banner outside was hard to read. Since I'm normally a bit lost without a simple diary I decided to snap one up for a quid. The employees were repellent and loathe to serve customers. They were blatantly agitated by my presence. Cunts will be cunts I suppose.

Went to Raging Hardon for noms. Barely-adequate buffet food for a borderline-acceptable price? Get in!

They have lots of cool random stuff in the back of the venue which is cordoned off by large barriers but I snuck-in to snap some pictographs anyway. Dunno what these dolls are meant to represent so prompt research is in order!

There's always room for jelly/icecream/pineapple!

This super duper poster was displayed by the ladie's WC. I captured its soul for Unca Phil because he likes Bruce Lee a whole bunch. He probably likes that it was next to the girl's toilets too.

I gained negative-karma thanks for a small purchase from Body Shop. This was the most ethically-sound handcream I could find in there. The sheer evil burns my skin, but it is a necessary evil that shall prevent my hands transforming in to gnarly treeroots. The cute fundraisy girl was performing her usual shenannigans but I wasn't in the mood to flirt with her today.

I went in Fopp and got some entertainy stuff including a Mad Max DVD featuring the very rare original soundtrack. Most recordings of this film have an extremely shitty American dub over the top which changed the plot in places and generally sounded like fucking horse shit. Like 21st century Mel Gibson was fucking a pile of horse manure. That's how bad that was. But this is the uncut film with the original Australian soundtrack so was worth £3.

I got these CDs from there too, which I already have as vinyl by my record player doesn't work so these will plug the gap. Speaking of which, Doctor Saxophonous was playing alto sax outside M&S again and told me he wouldn 't play any Mingus because "these cunts wouldn't know what they were listening to". He didn't have a German accent though, which was a grave disappointment.

Got some grunge too. I had forgotten how proud and attractive the old buildings up near the Victoria Centre are, it's a shame more people don't appreciate what's around them. Discovered a bunch of nifty new places to visit if I ever manage to get a girlface again. I can have fun by myself though because I am fucking awesome. ^__^