sunday 31st august
steve discovered huge uncharted expanses of laziness this weekend round mine as i introduced him to socom: navy seals. good, but not alla-dat good.



saturday 30th august
everything i've written in the last couple of months is absolute rubbish. pure filler. i don't want to talk about what's going on and i've avoided mentioning how i feel because i don't want to admit that's what's happening and this is how it affects me. i'm tired, i'm ill, i'm working like a slave on jobs we aren't winning and i'm not even earning what i did three years ago. i can't go anywhere, buy anything or improve my - let's be honest - desperate - flat. everything's stopping, stopped or just plain old can't be bothered. so now you know.

friday 29th august
'aahm wiggin' out back here!!!'
a 'binky style-bitch'of your choice.'

thursday 28th august
down for now

wednesday 27th august
'you have to have a very vivid imagination... you've got to make the audience believe what you're saying is true, what you're doing could happen...' christopher lee on docu's sabre fight.

tuesday 26th august
warning: 'contains moderate action violence and fantasy horror.' yes, but is it worth watching is what i want to know.

bank holiday monday 25th august
'ooh, good! a scam! we'll do it!'
'good things take time, great things happen in an instant.'
'a little revolution now and then is a healthy thing.'

accept defects.

sunday 24th august
big and clean, that's my sis!

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saturday 23rd august
we've got to win a pitch soon - for my sanity more than anything else!

friday 22nd august
this is old and i've almost posted it it many times, the more rational decision making side of my brain winning. but now i've got 'flu my head is cloudy and i'm taking full advantage. it was sent from ade, on the subeject of his temporary stripper housmate: 'fick as blurry pig shit! "i've just done a b-tec in me-ja (media) studies like" (high pitch geordie accent) into her fetish stuff. not quite a good looking in real life though. did you sign her guestbook!? i did, see if you can spot my entry (all puns intended!) or you could send her a picture of lbc and win a photo shoot with her all over your bonnet!! i reckon your new exhaust would get her right wet like, pet, wye-eye, toon army, gazza!!!???!!' i feel a bit better already, and kind of worse.

thursday 21st august
nice site, aerial shots of bombed baghdad, and those 3d holographic printers from star wars are here, on earth. compare dubai's coastal water with the thames... truly horrific:



he hears the bell on the front door ring, and he stops and listens, looks a bit worried.
customer (o.s): i'm looking for a record for my daughter. for her birthday. "i just called to say i love you." do you have it?
barry: oh yeah. we got it.
rob relaxes and goes back to work.
c: great. can i have it then?
b: no, you can't.
rob deflates, shaking his head.
c: why not?
b: because it's sentimental tacky crap, that's why not. do we look like the kind of store that sells "i just called to say i loved you?" go to the mall.
c: what's your problem? what did i... why are you -
b: do you even know your daughter? there is no way she likes that song.
or is she in a coma?
c: okay, okay, buddy. i didn't know it was pick on the middle-aged
square guy day. my apologies. i'll be on my way.
the customer throws up his hands and starts out of the store.
b: b'bye!
barry smiles and turns to see rob standing in the doorway of the stock room. he feigns applause.
r: nice, barry.
b: rob. top five musical crimes perpetrated by stevie wonder in the
'80's and '90's. subquestion - is it in fact unfair to criticise a
formerly great artist for his latter-day sins? "is it better to
burn out than fade away?"

wednesday 20th august
happy birthday, cheese.

tuesday 19th august
mtv pitch submission. then sleep. been awake since sunday.



monday 18th august
still awake.



sunday 17th august
awake.



saturday 16th august
chump came over, bringing with him some serious dvd action. not many people have a copy of 'smokey and the bandit 2' in the uk (obviously not through choice - 'it's more than obligatory, it's bloody vital.' moreover, even less have a dvd that decodes region 1, including chump.

friday 15th august
the sky at work, working hard on some graphics for the nippon tour. the sky at home, working hard on some graphics for mtv.



thursday 14th august
rainbows on our studio roof? refracted light indoors? that science stuff is clever, you know.



wednesday 13th august
on the wall in front of the lexus someone had written 'bum'. on the wall in fron tof the mercedes someone had written 'titty'.



tuesday 12th august



monday 11th august
human inertia. the first day back after a week off. a battle over pace. it took a week to slow down and now i have to speed up again. nothing in me wants to. i want to stay on holiday forever. who's joining ime?

sunday 10th august
qr update and nightfire walthrough secrets. it's the last holi-day. a hangover and doughnuts and a roast later. and no sudden head movements.

'...it's not scary-fast though, like going to the pub with a murderer...'



saturday 9th august
woke up in charlton. deluxe gave me a hair cut.

hol's emma's marriage to eammon near the common. when the bus drove past the stop i was waiting at with (an unknowing and only) ten minutes to get to clapham junction for the two tubes home i was so hammered i didn't really care too much. i rang steve. 'what are you doing tomorrow?' 'sweating.'

friday 8th august
playing tricky with juzzy at funky's in the 35 degree heat felt great but all wrong.

thursday 7th august
removed, sanded, stained, re-rehung my bedroom door. it clicks shut, fits and looks finished. sometimes i surprise myself.

wednesday 6th august
brickwork at the front of the house then sitting in a shower just below body temperature for as long as it took to begin shivering. as i removed the sausages from the freezer i let the cool air escaping fall over my toes, looking like rick mayall in the young ones' 'cash' reversed. only he was cold, of course.

tuesday 5th august
turns out al's present was the new nextmen album. as good as the first and on a par with ugly duckling: 'of course, not all unhappiness is self-created. social conditions are responsible for more than a few of our problems but the truth is many of us actually manufacture our own unhappiness simply by thinking unhappy thoughts.'

monday 4th august
seeing the animal sanctuary's hyooge big bengal tigers utterly flaked out.

sunday 3rd august
chris tarling? back from vancouver? swinging in sunchairs and dunking his wife tamsin the birthday girl in the pool as cows grazed in the neighbouring field? an old skool medicinal stroll with al? and cycling to the little house on the prairie in pitch black with absolutely no lights. 'hang on - i think there's a white line over here...' shameful. and golden.



saturday 2nd august
tidy up ready for holiday week. no money, no passport, no plans. a day at a time. friends and building work and absolutely no mouse action whatsoever. and lots of driving.

friday 1st august
popped to work, corrected onedotzero edits, posted an invoice, went home. it may be getting stupidly hot, but i'm 'on a gondola' for the next five days (as my sister would say).


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