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No blow-by-blow account of The London Trip, but a few cultural word-of-mouth type pointers...

Went out Friday night to the Hackney Picturehouse to see Martha Marcy May Marlene on a humongous screen and it was really very good indeed, a fine piece of work, very understated and with very little back story or explanation which made it all the more intriguing. Plus, very tense and creepy throughout. It's on at the Cameo this week for those readers in Edinburgh and the surrounding areas.

Saturday's main cultural activity was the David Shrigley exhibition at The Hayward Gallery. Hugely enjoyable and my friend's two small boys loved the occasional bit of swearing on the drawings as well. In fact their mum said it was the first art exhibition they really seemed to have liked, so much so that it even got discussed at breakfast the next morning. (And I'm obviously writing this on Sunday after returning home, are these tenses making sense? You get the drift anyway...)

No trip to London would be complete without some record shopping, Rough Trades West and East duly visited and purchases made. Ended up walking out of the East store onto Brick lane just as the snow started to come down in the evening.

Better have a tune, summat from The Bag Of New Music I reckon.