Nicholas Quirke was felling as energised at 1 am as he had at 7 am when he had woken on the day of 4th March 2019. He had chatted on social network the night before with his friend Simon in Leeds which had helped clear his mind and with this new found clarity he began his day with some housekeeping and mopped the floors. He spoke with Dee and with Jaz and then set off to meet Cole. There had been a misunderstanding regarding a carpet so he had to clear up the confusion with Cole and Eileen. Then an early Lunch in the wonderful Loving Hut with his offspring. He had a full evening in London ahead of him which required an early start. It was a very easy drive and he had been able to find a very convenient parking space. He met Peta, who had invited him to the Private View of a major exhibition celebrating the work of Martin Parr outside the Portrait Gallery and they enjoyed a swift drink at the Lime Tree before immersing themselves in the colorful and bold work of Martin Parr. Nicholas was delighted by the camp, quirky work of this photographer whose self portraits in photo booths around the world echoed his own interest in exploring the presentation of self. The exhibition created a portrait of humanity which was dazzling and fun, capturing a spirit of optimism in its irony. He was delighted to bump into Cole’s tutor Ewa and was dissapointed that he had to leave to get to the Theatre. He arrived in time to take his seat for Admissions at Trafalgar Studios, an extremely provocative, funny play about Racism, political correctness and hypocrisy. He was delighted that not only was his old friend, Alex Kingston in it but it featured Margot Leicester whose light touch as an actress never failed to astonish and please him. After the show he ventured backstage to see Alex and was horrified to find a collection of crazes waiting outside the stage door to greet her. He was given access and was able to have a brief and heartfelt reunion before she faced the throng of fans. He discovered that Kate was meeting her flate mates from 30 years ago in Waterloo and as it was on his route home he joined them. Another fun fueled reunion. It did mean that he didn’t set off for home till after 11 pm and he was not going to get back to Brighton in time to go to the staff party for Phileas Foggs world of Adventure. But it was still with a happy and heart that Nicholas got home and retired to bed.
Nicholas Quirke was fasting and adhering to an Ash Wednesday custom of the catholic church, he was writing a novel and reading and absorbing the lives of others. It was a difficult day.
Nicholas Quirke was learning some simple life lessons on 26th February 1980; Had he outstayed his welcome? Was familiarity breeding contempt? Could his fragile, youthful ego withstand the knowledge that not everyone liked him.
Nicholas Quirke was acting on a whim and found he was stretching himself and doing some some hard work for college, which made him feel positive and creative.
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.
Nicholas Quirke was being Erudite with his friends despite being Hungover and spending much of his day in bed. A visit from Dee injected him with some energy.
Nicholas Quirke was walking the corridors of power, finding support from friends and formulating a self help mantra.