I made a visit to Vernaculairy, at the Brickhouse, Brick Lane last night. A fantastic taster of East London's burgeoning arts scene -a welcome reunion of the usual reprobates and unlikely scholars that thrown together make up a Don Eales signature event. Excerpts from a recently published book depicting a rare interview with pop legend Phil Spector, just weeks before an actress was found with her head blown off in his house. Madame Slam told more of her (very) far-out tales of an erotic nature (and bore all by her last performance according to the late night crowd!). A great line up and nice to see some old faces from the Lane.

I then went down the road to the legendry Foundry, to bear witness to my dear friend Ant the Rant's first art exhibition 'The Ghosts in my Clothes'. An unbelievable insight into the inner reality of the horrors of a life changing psychotic episode, culminating in a stint in the priory and exasperated by an incessantly jabbering jacket! A testament to the heart, balls and character of the unique man that is Ant the Rant. We celebrated in true Shoreditch style and I've a quality hangover to show for it!