A Bird Flies Backwards

Nicholas Quirke was experiencing acute symptoms of exhaustion when he returned from London yet again on 8th February 2019. He had celebrated the opening of Cole’s solo Exhibition, ‘A Bird Flies Backwards’ at The Old Truman Brewery in Brick lane the previous evening with family and friends and an unknown selection of London’s bright young things. It had been an exciting evening with a packed space and an intense injection of energy from GrindCore band Illinpain adding atmosphere. Nicholas did feel the Nazi in him take hold when some of the young men picked each other up and hurled each other around. “Watch the Prints you fuckwits!” was screaming inside his head, fortunately he held back and instead enjoyed the short sounds of hell the band provided. It was a fitting finale to his week which had included bringing Cole and his work to the Venue on Tuesday via a fruitless and enervating before heading off to Chichester to see ‘The Unreturning’, Frantic Assemble’s poetic meditation on the effects of war on 3 soldiers, freedom fighters, from across generations 1918 – 2026. A powerful reminder to the Chichester audience, that war really is not good for anyone, there are no real winners. Nicholas returned to London and Brick Lane on Wednesday with Richard, who was a great help and finding himself redundant Nicholas wandered the Brick Lane vicinity looking for GhostSigns and Grandiose Graffiti. The rush hours drive home took their toll and though he did call in to Eileen and Richards for a cup of tea once they got back to Brighton, the thought of the drive through London the next day sent him home and to bed by 9. This meant that on Friday, when he had a drive to Chiselhurst with his client, via 2 closed pubs in Hartfield and Lower Barsted, and the 3rd time lucky White Horse in Barsted, before heading back into the City to collect some speakers from the venue, he was dreading the drive back to Brighton. He did stop at the gallery to enjoy a vegan burger and to collect Cole’s thoughts on the Private View, but then endured a 3.5 hour drive back to his home. Although he was back in the apartment by 8 pm he felt he needed to get straight to sleep but somehow managed not to rest his weary head on his pillow, and contemplate the success of Cole’s endeavors, till 1,30 am.

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