It was time for something completely different last wednesday. Left sleepy Cornwall at 6 am for the big smoke, and went up in a helicopter with artist Neil Pinkett to get some aerial compositions for a show of London paintings next year. Never been in a small copter before and was hoping it wouldn't kick off some crazy attack of vertigo as I was on the front seat and it was all glass in front of me. Neil had asked for his door off in a brave pre scheduled moment, and I think my remeniscences of why helicopters should really have big parachutes wasn't helping anyone. Once up it was all cool, if a bit wierdly sideways at times... 
