So, things are finally looking up. Or, rather, not so much up as out.
It seems to work though. i've been trying not to dwell too much. It was a low blow, the fire. I'm not going to pretend I'm not a little gutted, because I am. There's just not much I can do about it, really. We managed to get four paintings out of it. Like I said last time, they' ( Read more... )

So, for those of you who don't know quite yet, there was a fire at Hallow Park Gallery early this morning. The place is a bit of a mess, as you could imagine, so the party's off ( Read more... )

Back to the land of the living! Just in time for the disaster that is Eurovision. I tell myself it's not something I watch, yet every year, I do. I should stop kidding myself. How good was Moldova? If Peter tells you it was my idea to make our own hats out of cardboard he's a liar. I also dont think I've ever been more proud of the whole of the UK ( Read more... )

Nothing quite like being ill to force me to go crawling back to the internet, right? I'm on the cusp of feeling pickled at the moment, which is just perfect, considering it's damn May and I have twenty something days until my damn show. I should have known I was getting ill though, last two nights in a row I've had dream featured in some futuristic ( Read more... )

You ever wondered what a llama sounds like?
No?
Me neither.
And yet I've just spent the last twenty minutes looking up llama videos on youtube.

You think they'd baaa but no.
NO.

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This is what happens when I'm at work and there's no one but the old regulars. We probably shouldn't be left on our own.
I end up youtubing llamas.
Bernie ends up with more ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a happy day. A busy day, but a good one. It's nice to be able to look up and feel damn content with exactly where you're at and what you're doing. It's a brilliant feeling. A rare one ( Read more... )

Saturday seems a success on all counts short of seeing James in flares which he was resolute about never doing. He went off to do Other Things and missed out. Until home time, anyway. I had warned him prior. That's twice now he's taken Designated Pick Up Sam and Drive Him Places and stuck to the sober stick. I think he's up to something. More ( Read more... )

Six months ago, a man walked into a cafe and offered me a gallery showing on a plate.
This sounds like the beginning of a joke. It took me a month before Mr Very Convincing and my own little band of traitors got me to agree to it.
I don't know why I was hesitant. I don't know why I didn't leap.
Maybe because of moments like now.
I was given dates a ( Read more... )

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Well that was a weekend.
Apparently I'm still in trouble from Saturday.
James is mad at me. He looks like a grumpy turtle. According to him, and apparently is word is the truth because he didn't drink and I did and coincidently, which may or may not have something to do with how MUCH i drank, the ole memory is a little patchy. According to Sir ( Read more... )