Food, Closings, Victoria

Everything in Victoria is an on old ladys schedule. There is nothing open past 8PM. Jordan and I wondered the streets of London hungry for food. We walked along the cold streets stopping at every pub hoping one would be open. We talked about the Warren Ellis project and what we wanted to do with it. Finally stopping to ask a dark dressed chef on break. He was standing in a door way smoking a cigarette. He walked us into the street and pointed us towards a street that was supposed to be open. We found an bright lit place with orange lighting called The Giraffe. The food was good, it was a mixture of indian, mexican, american and british. Some were a concoction of all them.
Jordan and I talked about lighting in movies and the destruction of American film with the introduction of the steady cam. Now we are discussing weather or not we will make a small documentary on Patrick pissing on my bag. We will blur out his face and modulate his voice.