From the friends, Th'inkwell:
Thursday 3 June 2004
Tate debate
Max is my culture-vulture friend and recent
flatmate. I don’t use the term 'culture-vulture' in it’s usual ‘look, the two
words rhyme! How cute!’ sense, I literally mean a vulture of the cultural morass
that is most people’s social calendar.
She swoops down on the twitching remains of one’s
empty weeknight and lifts it in the air, soaring on a headwind of British
Museum gallery talks and Proms in the park, bypassing the fetid gully that is
most popular entertainment to deposit you in a nest lined with Thackeray,
Austen and Wilde novels where she proceeds to gorge herself on your free time.
Other than that, she’s a really nice person.
Max is so much a social hub over here that she
has her own monthly digest of things ‘to do’ out and about in London. She
forces us all to be a little more cultured, occasionally at the point of
something sharp - like her wit.
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