Southbank to Bermondsey where in a little park by Leathermarket my Jerry Lee finally makes it home. I take a moment before stepping out and walking good.
And here we are. Jerry Lee loves the White Cube. We wait for The Journalist outside Ethiopian American Julie Mehretu’s exhibition.
It’s the only picture we could sneak inside the White Cube. This is a christening to remember. New shoes deserve a new exhibition. This picture should say THANKYOU MR HARE on the wall.
New shoes deserve a new exhibition and a new and exclusive party. This is a White Cube secret party for Julie Mehretu at the secret garden in Shoreditch House. It’s important to keep your feet on the ground. These feet are not on the ground – they hover and loiter with intent. They have a mind of their own and I think they’re hitting on my girl.
It was she who told me about Mr Hare. He’s the shoe-ologist and creator of these fine new friends but I’m serious. They really are hitting on my girlfriend. Right now. Time to get these bad boys home . They’ve had enough wine for one night.
I loves a night ride. I cycle back to the Deli where the day began. Hussain (son of Deli) checks the Jerry Lee’s and gives them the highest compliment – He would wear them. The christening had to be special. Now I can wear them anytime any place. Peace.