It’s 10am I’m at the Kings Cross junction . Three cyclists jump red traffic lights. I have my headphones on but still I heard him. “Six people died doing that last week” said the cyclist next to me and then he zoomed off on green. Was he talking about the cyclists who jumped the lights or cyclists with headphones on. I was disturbed by it. Let’s go back four and an half hours. I wake at 5.30am. Dreams fall down as I get up and all I can think is how am I to describe it – the morning. It takes an hour and then I let the tweet out of its cage. It’s not refined but it goes out all the same. “Light breaches darkness every single day. Light wins every time. Sunrise”. It might mean shit to you but it means alot to me.
It’s 7.10am and I’m out the door I’m sucking in the sky and sun rise. My headphones are filled with Nils Frahm. I’m on foot I’m running. At 8.10am I am back in my place. I’m taking a shower. I do nearly 5k. I ‘ve put on weight since I stopped smoking. At 8.45 I’m having a scheduled phone interview with The Mancunian about The Christmas Dinner. At 9.15am I start my cycle four miles to Kings Cross and that’s where the man told me about the six people dying.
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It’s 10.15am I’m having an impromptu photoshoot in The Court Room of The Foundling Museum. It’s 10.45am and I am meeting Caro Howell the director and Stuart Sam Hughes, the muralist, who will realize a project of mine at The Foundling. Thank you Jeremy Deller. Mr Deller (a trustee of The Foundling Museum) suggested Stuart Sam Hughes work with me on a project I’m cooking for 2014. It’s a great meeting.
I’m cycling east now down Clerkenwell road to Shoreditch house. I have lunch with my friend who is one of the most powerful people in England concerning the welfare of the child. We have coffee, we eat lunch we laugh. I’ve known this person some thirty years now. At 3pm I’m alone. At 4pm I receive a call. Through Crowdfunder The Christmas Dinner have raised £5,000 in ten days with no press.
It’s 6 pm and darkness has caught up on me. I am on my bike . My headphones aren’t working. I have no back light. I’m all back to front. It’s a strange week. I’m on Bethnal Green road just before Brick Lane. I’m trying to get my headphones in while cycling. My foot slips, my knee hits the frame, I slip off my seat onto the crossbar and there’s a crunch.
I shout. The motorbike behind me swerves. My knee crashes down and the bike wiggles violently. I right myself to a halt. I’m still upright. I’m shaken. I’m bruised. The cyclist in front of me stops and looks back. I wave to him. I’m okay I say. I’m okay. I drag the bike to the kerb. I stand by the street and breath in darkness.