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My Week - Andrew Hart-Davis, Cultural Commentator

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Tuesday

So, Ubered to the White Cube for the Pascal Onane private view. Reviewing for The Guardian (er, natch) and Front Row. Just fantastic, er, spoiler alert! Five stars. Kinda a bit like Basquiat, kinda graffiti but with a kinda installation kinda sensibility, like literally. D'you know what? Er, fantastic. White Cube full of A listers, and one B Lister who's nearly an A Lister. A brace of Thronies, fellow hacks with Paul Borely there for Saturday Review, but he had to leave early as he was tearing up AGAIN. Poor Paul, still in the early stages of grief after David's passing, so he likes to curl up next to the Bowie shrine back at the BBC Six Music Studios. He says of all the people in the world (North London) David's death has affected him the most.

So, I'm like, gorging myself roundly on Onane, bubbles in hand (I SO love my job) and I'm thinking: fantastic, all the hot issues are kinda right here, right now - gender, social housing refugees. Yet, every time I have to go to the National Gallery, (Er, hello, a bit kinda rubbish.) I'm kinda thinking, this place is kinda full of dead, white males and when I stand in front of Rembrandt, I'm kinda thinking...Meh. The most interesting thing he did, was cut off his ear.

Thursday

So, difficult day. I'm like, interviewing Tiny Tempah for Front Row on R4 about how hard it is to find a decent, ironic, transport cafe in Kentish Town, (where we both live, er, natch).  And, here's the thing: my mind is elsewhere. I have to go for a scan at the Royal Free Hospital tomorrow. I think I have a Camden Spasm. This is quite a new neurological condition that affects a lot of us in North London. They think it's the result of the strain of being bang on trend, twenty four seven. The main symptom is a pronounced head wobble and flailing arms when we're doing a piece to camera and walking down a street at the same time. I first noticed it when I was filming outside Tate Modern for my new Chanel Four series called, "The Coolest Galleries in, Literally, The Whole World In London."

Sunday

So, to take my mind off the scan results, I uber up to Caitlin's in Crouch End, for one of our trashy and ironic guilty pleasure evenings, when we, quite literally, gorge ourselves roundly on great handfuls of ironic seventies sweets and vats of Hagen Daz while bingeing on trashy and ironic box sets.

Everybody in North London is going back to VHS, as it's gonna be the new vinyl, so Caitlin gets review copies biked up from the Netflix HQ and we kinda peel off the cellophane, and start multi screening, giggling like naughty teenagers. Er, hello? What's not to like. I SO, LOVE MY LIFE. Er, three words; FAN -TAS- TIC. Er, spoiler alert. Five Stars.

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Monday, 18 November 2019