monday 30th june
okay, go here and download volcano and see what i mean. she sounds so beautiful. watch out, toni, there's strong competition, and i never thought i'd say that.

sunday 29th june
it's soo hot. but the wind's getting up. the storm is coming. it's over glastonbury now and will be that violent, heavy drop kind that feels like someone with a vengeance has fired it at you. the kind indiana jones always finds that clothes offer absolutely no protection against. it will change the air pressure and be gone in ten minutes, leaving centimetre-thin muddy puddles on cracked-concrete mud. it may be dusk when it comes so the light might be dark enough to see the clouds flash and i plan to stand out in it.

saturday 28th june
finding new cuts and scratches after burning, sanding and varnishing wood in the sun.

friday 27th june
the point is, isn't it frightening how quickly bad can turn to good, and how pleasant when on rare occasion it sometimes does? damien rice sang an acoustic duet with an unnamed woman who was the best vocalist i've ever heard. i had goosebumps after her first note and luckily caught it on md for lbc.

thursday 26th june

okay, it's live so everybody go and look at the state website and see what you think. it contains the last 5 years' work and you can see what i do during the days and most of the nights. but the deal is you must tell me what you like, what you don't like or just what you think and more importantly why. okay? okay.

mastered the third afghan advert, boiled like a potato, and sent out some invoices. oh, and we may be directing our first music video. maybe. don't get excited of course. yet.

later is matt and chumpy's castle sans b-boy for a bit of the old 'now everybody from the 313 put your la la la hands up and follow me...' hopefully. knowmean, lar?

wednesday 25th june
i had it all planned and she went and messed it up. the first time i used my desk was meant to be to write this but oh no it's fuss, fuss, fuss and we need it now and oh i'm so sorry. two spelling corrections took six hours to fix and it has to be ready for mastering tomorrow morning. what is annoying is that it's spent the last three weeks sitting on the web waiting to be proofed. and asking for changes - not mistakes to be corrected, but changes - on deadline eve is a wind up all right.

tuesday 24th june
for all the right nothing reasons, nothing.

monday 23rd june
it all went so wrong on every level. personal, financial, work, whichever aspect you're looking at today sucked. then got up, moved backwards and re-sucked. in visual terms briefly described as:

hurricane

sunday 22nd june
tip, sandpaper, metal shelves, sanding oak, hoover, dust, mop. think i can die another day.

saturday 21st june
three generations of married couples on the linton lawn and grandad said, 'mark, she'll find you.'

friday 20th june
hguone gnol t'nsi thgin eno.
emit sekat tsuj ti . ylteiuq flesruoy riaper dna ffo gnihtyreve nrut.

thursday 19th june

the last time me and funky deluxe were in green park for wine and fruit alison was here. holly instead of alison, strawberries instead of cherries. last time i was a whole lot more drunk and happy, too.

burn

wednesday 18th june
placebo's sleeping with ghosts after my phone call to alex, the soundtrack to my day making a real-time, continual deja-vu existential freak-out with me in tears. it wasn't me i saw, i'm sure.

tuesday 17th june

the rain today. did you see it? i had to change all my clothes after walking from outside my house to inside. aah, summer.

monday 16th june
nottingham student ian turned up for work placement with corduroy trousers on and a dark t-shirt. factoring the amount of skylights our studio has and the current heat wave, not wearing corduroy trousers and a thick dark t-shirt was the first lesson he learnt. qr summer survival tactics? drink lots of water, walk instead of rolling your chair and work s-l-o-w-l-y to avoid winding yourself up. stress makes you hotter. even chumpy's feeling it in 32.

sunday 15th june
ray sneaking into the bathroom under his duvet to the toilet for a 'quick one' was an absolute classic.

ray

while i was busy flipping the roast potatoes kate rang with some very exciting family news.

saturday 14th june
we so easily could have just sat there on the sofa all afternoon, our joints like jelly or without batteries, melting. the hottest day of the year so far - 33 on the thermometer i found on my phone - and what do we do? with a splash of white spirit, next door's preexisting scorched grass circle and the fence that used to separate the two we lit a bonfire so big we had to water the fence whenever it stopped steaming. steve proved he could wear shoes with soles thin enough to let even the smallest, rusty nail through and into his foot and made friends with a snail, wiping it's slime over me after flicking it away.

dust bedroom sunlight steve's pet snail steve and fence

friday 13th june
strike two off the blackboard. new exhaust arrived. new phone arrived. car's fixed, phone bill's cheaper. next it's bean-bag specs to mum and a new passport.

thursday 12th june
i made the small yesterday so here's another schoolbook error in the world of hitting kickers. leaning on my back edge? that'll be a beginners' level three skill forgotten then. at my expense, enjoy it. i didn't.

foolish


wednesday 11th june
will we get it? will we not? will it make a difference if we do? who will get evicted? is it bespoke? how thick should the frame be? how are we going to pay that? will it carry that weight? a list of the same questions i repeatedly ask myself. i know i honestly don't know the answers. anyway, i'm all right for a month or so and the rest is yesterday, which i can't change. so i should forget about it then. right. but now why do i keep asking? has been added and then it's will we get it?

tuesday 10th june
feeling depressed when london is so green and sunny and warm double doesn't-feel-right. it's that slow-motion stress that wears you down the most, the three months from now what will it be like? paranoia. maybe i should try not to think about it any extra. how do you purposely not think about something again?

monday 9th june
the lounge mirror is marked out using cotton. a few pins and some dalerboard and i'd have been back at saint martins. whilst i put together some stills of my now infamous stack in tignes last november the best line in the documentary on prince william was '... and there's nothing more dangerous than a twenty year old woman.'

lounge mirror stack

sunday 8th june
swapped red faction 1+2 and half life for nightfire and got drenched coming back, so i ran down the deserted high street pavement through all the puddles, splashing as many people as i could. by the time i got home i was dry with soggy feet and felt properly mischievous. i'm too quick for them, i thought.

saturday 7th june
my first job was to call paul and jen but i didn't even get that far. by the time i'd got up he had left a message. ring-diddley-dong and within an hour riley's having a nappy change on my lounge floor and we're back to normal, drinking tea with one tiny, extra person. and more people in the lounge.

riley
snoozer mum and son

friday 6th june
heh, heh, heh. eviction night. in two seconds someone's nervous terror turns into sheer disappointment while they try so badly to hide it. entertainment never got better than this, surely?

thursday 5th june
a late happy birthday deluxe meal at mine with a post-gig funkstar and a very pro dead-head-the-roses holly. we had a lot: from strawberries to quiche,

wednesday 4th june
you'll like it.

i left rae + christian's another late night, j5s quality control and power in numbers on shane's desk, thinking he might like to ipod them for his holiday. later, he dropped them back, pointing at j5. 'i copied those, but i didn't do that.'
'what? that's the best one!'
'yeah, but i'm not really into belle and sebastian'
'it's rae and christian. you'll like it.'
close call.

tuesday 3rd june
been scribbling in my new sketchbook. drawing violence.

monday 2nd june
choose a different word for 'yes' today and see how long you last.

when shin says 'yes' it sounds like 'neow'. it's half a syllable and unwittingly my new catchphrase. chosen due to it's confusion creatiung qualities.

sunday 1st june

doodle


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