sunday 26th january
dude, a bit of work, garlick roast chicken, the counting crows opened a tuneful set at wembley with 'have you seen me lately' and writing this as steve sneaks around on his x-box. and that magenta sunset. sweet.



saturday 25th january
i'm getting to like saturdays in my new flat. i have the curtains open and tidy whilst listening to the black eyed peas, washing up with the back door open blah, blah. by 2 o'clock i'm done. i go out in the car to buy stuff or do stuff and sometimes see people. it was a funkstar deluxe / steve sandwich tonight, if you get what i mean.

do you not think that she's got more important things to do than ring you? [!]

friday 24th january
ever had the spins before you even got to bed and have to try to stay awake but can't? you actually drink water in fear.

friday and only zombies with headaches at my desk in the morning. by four o'clock it was angry stan and by seven it was the journey home tiredness changeover. i returned. and pretty much did a days' work. t-minues six days. (including weekends.)

thursday 23rd january
an eleven o'clock start but plenty more animation accomplished; orange voicemail receiving. after all the preparation the compositions are getting very big - quickly. then the work's christmas drinks. it's almost february - we've been busy. we were clearly slaughtered.



wednesday 22nd january



tuesday 21st january
treat yourself; it'll make you feel good.

today it was still dark at 10am. between a spotlight and a fan heater i animated an afghanistani dialing a phone number and popping out a galloping buzkashi rider. i have almost a gig of ram and my machine is for once not stopping me get stuff done. it didn't crash once today. even the microsoft applications worked.

chumpy cheese phoned me conveniently for a chat just as the girls were flipping the mattress. i'm wondering whether it was good planning, obliviousness, or just a confusng scene simply best avoided.

monday 20th january
after another trip to bar 38, burgers and boarding plans this time, i sludged home on the tube for lounging and music. curve's pubic fruit and cuckoo followed by the stereo mcs' connected. one of those late night lucky finds. having my cds newly shelved and alphabetised cds has only highlighted how many albums i'm missing. so far i'm thinking black eyed peas, j5, nirvana, aim, rae and christian, beverley knight, stereo mcs and a tribe called quest for starters...

sunday 19th january
peejay and jen came over with bump, cookies, chocolate fudge cake and a spathiphyllm for my front room. four in the lounge. jen's wicked. one of those people that takes growing a baby with a smile and just looks so... comfy. peejay's loving it and patient as always so i'm chuffed. jen always brings the most unexpectedly cool presents.

saturday 18th january
'and on the six day god said 'let there be light...' and there was light. i can just see him there after six days sitting in the dark: 'right then, let's 'ave a look...''

ricky gervais and bodeans with sofaboy in a tricky kind of way. the former performed a lecture imaginatively called 'animals' as donna (jasper carrot's daughter who arrived alone) and the ogmonster - sitting a few rows ahead of us - saw what david brent badly wants to be. sarcasm without irritabiltiy and gay hedgehogs.

friday 17th january
just after 5pm on a friday. we've all been there. slow going. i've been compositing after effects layers every day since being back. come on now, weekend, i'm ready for ya. come on, come on, come on. i have radiators to bleed.



thursday 16th january
damn! foiled again. what a shame my new, extensively researched super zig-zaggy route home involved making an illegal u-turn across four lanes of heavy traffic as it crosses a set of traffic lights.

there are circles with 'c's in them appearing. the livingstone idiots daft plans are coming to fruition and soon we shall see just how much of a public humiliation he's due. i'm voting lots.

wednesday 15th january
photos taken en route to the mathmos people at lunch who have - annoyingly - decided to discontinue the only colour worth having.



tuesday 14th january
it seems yesterday's attack at steve's brainshattering ability to spell even the most common word wrong week in, week out has started a trend. chumpy's in on it (and loving it), his contributions starting with:'he's made another bag full of errors in his latest entry as well! i think he may be doing it on porpoise.' which set me off, but his master thesis of the day arrived ten minutes later: 'i was rarther pleased with myself when i come up with that gag. their aren't too many people who could came up with there own gag like that quiet as quickly as i did.' how many did you spot, b-boy? answers on an email to me.

when we met before seeing funky rock it up in a jovie-esque stylee as part of cody jo's band at the water rats i received a dead arm in bar 38 for the above. ex g-tone drummer, matt, was in attendance with music swapping anecdotes and secrets. my mention of photek's the hidden camera literally stunned him into an extended gape.

if there were two loud, childish, giggling adults climbing over your tube headed north at midnight it could well have been us. i shot steve shooting me shooting us but it doesn't describe the atmosphere or how our limbs wobbled, uncontrollably heavy yet determined.

i looked for nurofen before i went to bed. sensible, cautious or just too old?



monday 13th january
'- and 'whatever' should never follow 'agreed?''
'whatever.'

forget friday the 13ths. it's monday's you have to worry about. you even have to put the bins out.

after a day that started out shit, carried on a bit, then got shitter - you know: tired, bad traffic, dreary weather, and some very important decisions to make - i'm storyboarding an animated advert for a far east country and conceptualising the metaphors for the next onedotzero title sequence today - i breathed a sigh of relief when i got home. after meeting bob-the-next-door-neighbour which gave me the giggles i walked in, stood at the radiator to warm up and realised with a sigh 'do it. you know you're going to anyway.' i put the stereo mcs on and wrote this to

'...they say it's all relative, so why are you so sensitive? that ain't no way to live...' - mind you, thinking about it, i knocked 'em bandy with the onedotzero presentation - everyone dug it massively, the americans asked us to invoice them and lbc is clean. should be chuffed. yeah.. well whatever.

sunday 12th january
roast dinner in brixton, a long overdue car wash in the dark and a horse when i got back. i've been back a week and am behind. how did that happen? i did loads last week.



saturday 11th january
sun filtering through my bay window and three almost finished shelves (with gaps perfectly spaced for the objects on them). hang on... yes.. oh no. i'm nesting. eww.



friday 10th january
you want banter? okay, right. so for - hopefully - the last time.

there = a place. as in over there / there it is.
their = when it belongs to someone. as in it's their coat / they are on their way.

come on, who's laughing? one of you i know is. and whoompf there it is.



thursday 9th january
where they dress up as hands, get given a simple sum and have to belly-flop onto the right answer. how do they think them up? i'm telling you it's genius.

wednesday 8th january
funky wants me to bunk off work and have a snowbal fight in green park with him. 'you're never too old' his text message said. i wish i could. instead i'm composing emails to steve in the style of a broken english speaking foreigner, such as: 'is up at manor house, home? you tell me when b-side up is, yes please?' and 'good - oh. let know me when is up, yes?' the more confused he is the more i laugh.

tuesday 7th january
i forgot my work keys yesterday so couldn't get lbc out of the garage which meant i had to take the bus in today. here's what i passed.



monday 6th january
my life has changed so much recently it hasn't felt like i've lived it.i see myself third person figuring out jerkily where implements are as i cook, pondering (devoid of help) over what i want to watch on tv then how to switch over, sitting on a sofa i own yet have no real attachment to, analysing the actions of my upstairs neighbours as they go in and out. i spend a long time wondering what it will feel like when everything has it's place on cupboards or shelves; when all these strange new things evaporate into invisible furniture. will i be aware of normal?

to see if routine was the answer i made my way to start an everyday day eager for the familiarity of my seat. strangely and completely out of character i had a cup of tea at home before leaving. 'roll with that one fella,' i thought, 'it's okay; you can trust your work seat. good old seat won't let you down,' as i drove south and over no bridges. by lunchtime we had rearranged the desks, moved computers, cleaned everything and i was wondering what had just happened. bugger.

they said i looked like a playperson.

sunday 5th january
the phone called me out of bed as chumpy woke me up. barefoot i opened the back door to a freezing afternoon and the first sign of blue sky in weeks. some days just start good and keep on going. i can see the advert now: 'if carling... made mates...'



saturday 4th january
up early to pick up dad for a trip to saffron walden for timber shopping. heading back, expecting to be getting ready for his journey north, the back of my car was populated by wood, cushions, dvds, bedding, a chisel, chocolates, glue and a video camera. and a workmate. i visualised them all stacked up in cost order, surrounded by glitter and fluorescent stickers as prizes on a gameshow. i don't know why.



friday 3rd january
back to cambridge for curtain shopping with mum in a warehouse. there we were, puzzled over colour co-ordinating an assortment of tiny swatches against a big red cushion above a huge cutting surface in front of infra-red heaters, still freezing. mum took the decision as seriously as me. i realised for the first time in my life how warm unconditional love can make you feel. some people just give.

al's in the evening with home made burgers and a gaunt simian guy 'i'm good at acting lost' pearce and the time machine. i helped him design his sitewhilst trying to figure out how he made egg, minced beef and corriandertaste so damn good.

thursday 2nd january
it's always the way: you work out exactly what you need, go to the diy shop, buy it all and it turns out you need one vital, tiny, extra thing. gandalf is only half on the wall but i played my joker by going to sainsbury's too. they had walter filters. now i have london water without the taste of londoners.

wednesday 1st january
those japanese don't half know how to make cool toys - and gameshows. the stupidity and imagination that goes into takeshi's castle have to be seen to be laughed at. look out for the game where they run along industrial sized rollers ten feet above cold muddy water then get wedged. and out of hundreds nobody ever wins! it's brilliant! move over, david 'nur-na-ni-nu-nur-nur' brent.




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