Piss Up at the Chinese Arts Centre, Manchester
Me,Rob and Dan went to an opening night at the Chinese Art Centre in Manchester and as we hoped, the beer was free, although wine drinkers had to pay, obviously a generous concession to the Proletariat. Or, maybe the brewer had sponsored the evening.
We met up with my friend Gavin and his Russian wife Tanya, who told me about their trip to the Ukraine, and also the weekly Russian disco at Deangate Locks, which I will be going to of course. It was originally appropriately staged at the Revolution, but has since moved a couple of doors down.
The showcased artwork-videos by an artist called Patty Chang- wasn't very interesting, but the artist in residence, Maggie Tran, was hilarious. She called all the inebriated punters into the small side gallery and then made each person put small red capes on their fingers. We were then all instructed to wiggle them in the air, the resulting "performance" being filmed. Hopefully the results will be shown on the BIG SCREEN at Exchange Square, to confuse happy shoppers.
We met up with Dinu as well, one of the centre organisers, who had just come back from Beijing having taken part in an art project there. His adventures were highly entertaining and included catching dysentery. Later, we all adjurned to Odd, a nice new bar just across the road and got even more pissed. Dinu seemed quite keen for all four of us to go to China for Chinese New Year in February, which should be enough time for the Chinese to prepare themselves for the libidinous Dan's arrival.
Me,Rob and Dan went to an opening night at the Chinese Art Centre in Manchester and as we hoped, the beer was free, although wine drinkers had to pay, obviously a generous concession to the Proletariat. Or, maybe the brewer had sponsored the evening.
We met up with my friend Gavin and his Russian wife Tanya, who told me about their trip to the Ukraine, and also the weekly Russian disco at Deangate Locks, which I will be going to of course. It was originally appropriately staged at the Revolution, but has since moved a couple of doors down.
The showcased artwork-videos by an artist called Patty Chang- wasn't very interesting, but the artist in residence, Maggie Tran, was hilarious. She called all the inebriated punters into the small side gallery and then made each person put small red capes on their fingers. We were then all instructed to wiggle them in the air, the resulting "performance" being filmed. Hopefully the results will be shown on the BIG SCREEN at Exchange Square, to confuse happy shoppers.
We met up with Dinu as well, one of the centre organisers, who had just come back from Beijing having taken part in an art project there. His adventures were highly entertaining and included catching dysentery. Later, we all adjurned to Odd, a nice new bar just across the road and got even more pissed. Dinu seemed quite keen for all four of us to go to China for Chinese New Year in February, which should be enough time for the Chinese to prepare themselves for the libidinous Dan's arrival.
foxy:
Thanks honey! 