Satori-On-Sea. It has a certain ring to it doesn’t it?
Well, in 10 days time that’s exactly where SATORI will be relocated – in the wonderfully eccentric and vibrant city of BRIGHTON on England’s South Coast.
It’s not far – a high-speed train from London takes 45 minutes and there you are – with the iconic Brighton Pier and Royal Pavilion, amongst the coolest art scene in Britain, surrounded by the youthful exhuberance of a vast student population and, probably most importantly, next to the Ocean.
Packing nearly 30 years of artwork, reference books, paintings, paperwork and numerous ‘why the hell did I save That?‘ items into boxes took over two weeks. Will I ever find anything I need ever again? ‘Course I will – in theory anyway.
The veritable skyscrapers of books, boxes and artboards (catalogued over the last six months – yes SIX MONTHS!) were loaded into a van the size of an African elephant and, courtesy of Danny – lead singer of THE PERILS, was driven to Brighton last Thursday evening. Guided by a glorious full moon, the entire contents of the studio headed south towards new and expanding horizons (literally). There was a problem though – no matter how loudly we played music it was drowned out by the truck’s alarm system that relentlessly warned us we were ‘OVERLOADED‘. ‘How can we be overloaded?’ we said. ‘It’s a truck the size of an elephant!’ The alarm system ignored us and by the time we hit the coast, despite our exasperated and increasingly angry cries of’ ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP!’, it continued to remind us we were weight-challenged and Bad Boys for ignoring its belligerent insistence we do something to alleviate the problem. It responded with staggering indifference to our threats of blowing the Fucker up or driving it off the end of Brighton Pier after we’d unloaded. Bastard!
We did finally arrive and parked said elephant in Jo’s driveway. SATORI-ON-SEA languished safely overnight, guarded by a missile-launcher and a SWAT team headed by Jack Bauer, until the following morning when it was transported to a storage unit until its inaugaration into a new home in a couple of weeks.
MOVING TO THE COAST – STAGE ONE – JOB DONE.
Meanwhile … the MOUSE is somewhat pissed off …
It hasn’t, as it expected, been centre-stage on the blog for a while in ‘THE MOUSE – Part Two‘. (There’s no pleasing some Mice.) I have however diffused its over-the-top tantrums by promising to satisfy its insatiable ego by publishing ‘Part Two’ in the next week. In its Divine Disney Innocence of course – I imagine it believes its blog to be all-smiling and reverential …
… Think again MOUSE.