friday 31st may
daisy d' leaves the studio today, as john d' did yesterday signifying onedotzero6 is over for some yet probably not others. i shall miss all of them and the atmosphere they generate more.

today is concerned with time more than anything else. everyone is itching for the long bank holiday to come and i definitely know i slipped down a gear today by stretching short tasks into long. i blame the sun. it's encouraging me.

thursday 30th may
an interview for gasbook followed by:

funky suprised his deluxe with all her friends being home from work before her - and in her house. 'surpise' was indeed the word, ted rogers himself unable to say it better. the field of dreams is back and smelling good, along with a present, two pinks and plentiful options for the birthday girl. i couldn't agree more with her comment about funky's craig davidesque cans as we sat down for a glass of wine before the nottingham degree show: 'apt presents are just the best.' happy birthday, tracey.

wednesday 29th may
people change more than places.

ten minutes before it started i needed a bit of space so i headed to the bar i worked in, counting how many years it had been and thinking about what i'd used them to do. the boiler room holds a lot of memories for me - the glassing incident most notably but also lots of good ones like the twelve hour session the day it first opened. i walked in noticing it was populated by three people. no change there butit did feel different presenting the work to a group, this time on stage rather than in the studio as a student.

tuesday 28th may
too easy. the clues gave it all away.

in lbc approaching oval last night the phone rang. it was my flatmate infroming me he was sure someone had been in our living room during the day. my mind started racing - had we been robbed? who had been in? was i sure i locked the door this morning on my way out? he divulged the facts: two used tea bags in the kitchen, a tube of pringles had been opened and half eaten, and the tv had been left on, tuned in to sky sports. so we were after a tea-aholic sports freak with a penchant for pringles. i wonder...

it couldn't be bibi, our hippy landlady; she had tea and would never watch sky sports (or steal our confectionary) so there was only one possibility. matt. he fitted the bill perfectly with his job in a spread-betting company and a habit of making tea in pint glasses 'to save trips'. he couldn't resist the pringles, obviously, and probably purposefully left the tv on to freak out whoever got home first. he's like that. we rang him, and he just giggled like a child over the phone and said '...what about the bathroom?' on closer inspection a tube of shuttlecocks had been carefully wedged atop the half-opened toilet door, ready to fall on the unsuspecting shitee. we laughed a bit, and left it at that, mystery over, all too easy. or so it seemed...

...as i checked my email this morning (weds) i received this from chumpy: '...that cheeky beggar not only drank our tea, ate our food, watched our tv and set up a trap in our bathroom, be he also put a load of cashew nuts inside my pillow cases! i fell asleep ok but was awoken by a strange rattling sound everytime i moved my head. it was then that i found half a dozen nuts in each of my pillows! tucked right inside! i think it may be payback for the legendary kidney bean incident back in '95.'

if i didn't know matt better, i'd say that was the end of it...

monday 27th may



sunday 26th may
pulling a monstrously wide ace ventura-style handbrake turn at the sports centre on tyres too expensive to replace in a car i love too much to even think about scratching probably explains more about how i feel than words can; sad, stupid and really, really fucked off.

jumbled words from toad's 'nothing is alone' whilst writing this over the simpsons with 'there's no escape from the fortress of mould' as i think about the little-leaguer in new york shouting to his father across the plate back in 1993, 'hey! d'ya see me slide?'

saturday 25th may
6. big, baggy clothes were in order for 'attack of the clones'.

friday 24th may
after typing in my surname the google search came up with lots of bald and bearded people in the early 1900s and, more strangely, reference to a cleveland riot. man, i'm named after a riot? riots are bad. dude, that sucks.



thursday 23rd may
friends on e4 and big brother starts tomorrow, world.

wednesday 22nd may
shynola and hammer and tongs faced off on the ica screen with magnum p.i. piss-takes, classic tunes and hilarious, magical moments as the whole 212c work crew had it large, celebrating shane and anna's hard work and superb achievements. touching moments with both whilst extremely hammered and i proud of our involvement in something so important and recognised. i'm glad i went, i'm glad the titles were so difficult to produce and was so inspired by the whole thing that i want to start onedotzero7 now. who says work isn't like college with it's final exhibitions?

on the tube home there was a couple, a woman reading two seats to his left and a droopy-headed sleeping guy opposite her. the man he had his right foot on his left knee, pushing his other over his partner's seat area. she dangled her arm over his thigh with her hand on his crotch, stroking. i got on invisibly and could see everything over my strategically placed, bar-holding arm that cunningly covered my face but not my eyes. three stops and some almmost vomit-inducing foreplay later, she looked over and spotted me staring unblinkingly right back into her eyes. she looked away after too long a moment, blushed, then whispered something to him. he moved his free hand to hold hers in a weak attempt to disguise it but they were both too late. she looked back at me, i made sure i was looking away. i figured i'd done just enough to make them feel uncomfortable, leaving them wondering if i had seen everything. without looking at them again, i got off at oval, hopefully leaving the intended embarrassment and dilemma behind me. as i walked home, feeling as though i had done very well indeed, it struck me that if the other guy wasn't asleep but just averting his eyes, how different our ways were of dealing with the gratuitous display of affection? then again, maybe he was just more drunk than i was.

today has been brought to you by the words 'anyhoo' and 'allrightyrooo' and sponsored by the pink girly lighter.

tuesday 21st may
looks like we can't get out of the talk at lcp after all so it's more rhubarb, rhubarb about the onedottv_global and onedtozero6 title sequences. oh, and alison has her london photos up - go see her standing on my snowboard. - dude!

as philip and i were talking the top shop women through out 'folio who walked in out of the blue (they've painted the corridors) but my long-lost (or rather, 'misplaced') good friend, bradley jay, m.a. boy and all round top chap. back from his trip to sydney with tennis-court views and searing heat he's restating his restarted life again.



after a drink or two in bluu chumpy and i watched spaceballs on dvd, rewinding the part where they fast-forwarded the film they starred in to find out the plot... shoddy, silly, pointless and thin all round but with some classiccomedy moments (the safari hat being our favourite):



interior, spaceball 1
helmet, sandurz, and corporal are watching the radar.

helmet: (mask down) have you found them yet?
corporal: no, lord helmet. they're still not on the scanners.
h: well, keep looking for them.(helmet drinks coffee through his mask)
s: pardon me, sir. i have an idea. corporal, get me the video cassette of spaceballs-the movie.
c: yes, sir.
corporal walks to a wall labeled, 'mr. rental'. the wall opens. he looks through the selections.
h: colonel sandurz, may i speak with you, please?
s: yes, sir.
h: (lifts up mask) how could there be a cassette of spaceballs-the movie? we're still in the middle of making it.
s: that's true, sir, but there's been a new breakthrough in home-video marketing.
h: there has?
s: yes. instant cassettes. they're out in stores before the movie is finished.
h: naaaaa.
c: here it is, sir. spaceballs.
s: good work, corporal. punch it up.
colonel starts the tape. it starts on the fbi warning.
s: started much too early. prepare to fast-forward.
c: preparing to fast-forward.
s: fast-forward.
c: fast-forwarding, sir.
starts fast-forwarding through the ludicrous speed scene. helmet is thrown into the panel at a high-speed.
h: nnnnno. go past this, past this part. in fact, never play this again.
s: try here. stop.
the movie stops at the exact same thing that is actually happening now. helmet looks at the camera, then he turns back to the monitor. sandurz looks at the camera when helmet looks back at the monitor, then he looks back at the monitor. helmet looks at the camera when sandurz looks back at the monitor. when helmet turns back, he waves his hand. he turns back to the camera.
h: what the hell am i looking at? when does this happen in the movie?
s: now. you're looking at now, sir. everything that happens now, is happening now.
h: what happened to then?
s: we passed then.
h: when?
s: just now. we're at now, now.
h: go back to then.
s: when?
h: now.
s: now?
h: now.
s: i can't.
h: why?
s: we missed it.
h: when?
s: just now.
h: when will then be now?
colonel rewinds the tape. he stops at the point when lone starr, barf, vespa, and dot are walking through the desert.
s: soon.
h: how soon?
c: sir.
h: what?
c: we've identified their location.
h: where?
c: it's the moon of vega...

and:
h:(mask down) not so fast, lone starr. (walks in)
ls: helmet. so, at last we meet for the first time for the last time.
(thinks about what he said) yeah...

monday 20th may
on his return from his quiet lunch behind the church philip informed me there were some fly posters up, so i went to shoot them for our website, and came across more general shoreditch-defining images, my favourite being the sound engineer rat thing:



oh, yeah, and i finished halo this evening which was excellent, if not a bit spoilt by the frustratingly hard last level. damn that wathog.

sunday 19th may
mmmm.

saturday 18th may
when you've had your tyre replaced at the cost of £100 you go home and lie down in front of the blah blahing tv. it's then, when you stop, that widespread, full fat, high caffeine lethargy takes over. and it's so refreshingly slow.

friday 17th may
today had two clearly defined halves. the first was spent next to the sea in brighton as holly and i went to the coast, getting away from london at long last. we walked along the peer, browsed through the lanes and ate healthy food outside in the sun on plastic chrome chairs. i looked for the grab-a-kermit machine but only found the itv digital monkey before we hung upside down on the spinny thing, like bats, immediately after eating a £1.20 with a flake. we left at 4pm, leaving just enough time to get back home, change clothes in less than five minutes then dash out again, phoning steve on the way to the barbican and the private view of the game on exhibition.



thursday 16th may
'stay on target... stay on target...'

wednesday 15th may
slowing down but not counting chickens.

tuesday 14th may
touching wood, it seems as though stressfest 2002™ finished with a 'ping!' could you tell?:



welcome to the world madeline jessie towers and congratulations stu and lou. at last you can be called mum and dad non-sarcastically, despite setting off the fire alarm and having 'too much' gas and air (yeah, as if you could...)



monday 13th may
dad sent me the two pictures he mentioned on the phone last night of a childhood friend who, out of the blue and from canada, emailed them to him. i can't believe he grew up in a world where schoolboys wore shorts. nor can i guess which one he actually is. i'm guessing the one with the scruffy hair.



today louise, my very good friend, is having her baby. me? i'm thinking like this.

sunday 12th may
i've had enough now; too many days working without enough time off. i've done two sociable things in about three weeks, which is pretty much as long as i remember and both of them invloved large amounts of alcohol, something i really don't like as much as is socially expected.

i keep falling asleep wondering what i would do if i woke up to a day without a deadline or work waiting to be completed. inverting the question, or simplifying it, i end up with the old cliché: 'if i could be anywhere right now, where would i be?' and the same image keeps coming to me. not some far-away place, and definitely nowhere exotic.

it's a field on a hillside with an old wooden seat and old oak and acorn trees. an autumn wind blows the leaves above me, rustling them so violently i wonder how there are any still left on the branches as they sway into each other with dull hearty clunks. they sound like the sea somehow and louder than i can believe. it's getting dark; the colder night air is coming, sapping the energy from the day - numbing it slightly, causing red cheeks and a cold spot on the end of my nose. the fishing boat clouds are slowly skidding away, dragging their shadowy nets across the fields downwind. there is nobody in sight. i all i can hear are natural, non man-made sounds. it seems so real i keep thinking it's this and this place but it isn't despite how much it feels like it. i need to find that place. i need to find the place that is a hug, that i can escape to whenever i want, the place that waits to cheer me up.

happy birthday, dad. sorry i couldn't make it.

saturday 11th may
a conversation as fight club was left on pause for a very, very long time. sometimes it all gets complicated for seemingly no reason and i feel very shit inside and i'm sure i either shouldn't or have no reason to. and yes, those are different things in this context.

friday 10th may
the nicest part of today was the walk home, with the realisation that i was about to have a couple of hours without the mac os interface smearing my eyes. for a short time at least, i had finished.

i'd caught the tube to work as i was just too tired to let myself get stressed sitting in traffic queues. this meant the same at midnight which i wasn't dreading in the least; after all, i have crash on my gameboy and needed the 'air' and exercise. i saw the break to routine is almost a mini adventure.

as i left the church behind and turned onto brixton road it all seemed different, welcoming almost. i realised straight away what it was - it was quiet. no wailing sirens, no busses squealing to a halt with the explosive hiss of air brakes, no people shouting across the four lanes of traffic to each other. this was weird. and rare enough for me to take out the camera and catch it, just before the traffic came. then i caught that, too. when someone presses the pause button on london you have to be grateful.



thursday 9th may
way too much happened today to go into here but way too much happened to be able to ignore it, too, so i'm fucked either way. it was the day of the nottingham degree show, with ade, tom, gemma and all the rest of the radiation suiters and, to be honest, i think steve's experience of it was a lot more accurate than any of mine could be... i just regret not being able to talk to everybody.

wednesday 8th may
work.

tuesday 7th may
finally i get my own back on last friday's picture culprit, the radiation suit photographer, daisy-dunce. cleverly, the box on her head had the suit in it. sarcastic, humorous and apt.



monday 6th may
#15, at least.

sunday 5th may
work. surprise.

saturday 4th may
brockwell park, babushka and singing to sunscreem, a question overheard and one of identity. all very complicated.

friday 3rd may
more frolics and fun on a friday afternoon. the big long tube's not even getting a look in today as the nottingham boys i taught last year sent me an invite to their degree show and - man! - was it one crazy idea, which i'm not going to pretend i fully understand. inside the box was what looked like a radiation suit and a bomb shelter plan constructed out of everything you could lay your hands on in a design studio: macs, drawing boards, monitors, etc. don't ask me why, i was too busy messing around to read it. but not too busy to don the suit and do an impression of my flatmate doing his cyprus stoop dance and still managing to retain more street cred than he did that famous night back in august last year. i mean look at the attention to detail; even my fingers are straight. walk like an egyptian or grind it like a chimper? i'm just throwing it out there, for each and every one of you to decide...



thursday 2nd may
okay, onto serious matters for once. they're up and live and damn colourful. i'd usually stop there but this time i'll explain for the benefit of my confused readers. at work we've been manic lately as you can probably tell from the last few posts but probably more for the infrequency and irregularity of said posts. we're designing onedotzero as usual at this time of year, nothing new there then, but also game on - an exhibition at the barbican concentrating on the history and culture of computer gaming. after designing the sega dreamcast's european launch site a few years back, a couple of sony playstation 2 showreels for e3 amongst others and re:play it's not particularly new territory for philip and i but still fun nevertheless. anyway, the long weekends are worth it now that the posters are up around london and the underground, so all you london folk keep your eyes peeled and think of little old us when you come across one. here's what they look like for all you non londoners, and i know there's a lot of you out there...



wednesday 1st may
work yadda yadda yah. and 'meh'...


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