Just arrived home in Bradford. Walked home up a frosty hill. I needed to get the blood circulating after New years. Lots of drinking and the like.

Did you know it was a blue moon on the 31st? Second partial eclipse of a full moon that year. It took me by surprise outside the pub as I looked up. I took a drag on a Marlborough in the frosty air and saw a bite taken right out of the moon.

Later I was strangely mute at the house party. I had no words or any energy to give. Guess there were too many strangers for my liking. To many that I'd not get past persona with and no point in trying. Not enough friends to feel at home and the foggy threat that the old friends are wandering. Those radically intense relationships of the naughties are drifting.

The turn of the decade was fantastic though with all of us singing that song and jumping up and down in a small dining room till the ground shook.

The after, after party was my favorite where you get down to sitting and chatting with the people you know and love. This feeling of not having anything I wish to give still pervades though. Emptiness.

The maker of the plane pictured must be said is a diamond geezer. Its a WWII Lancaster decorated entirely with cutouts from Viz.

First Blog

Here I stand. My art is healing me. Its addictive and I obsess. I'm in Peterborough with my beloved family. Its in these few bank holidays and around my birthday that I can put my house in order. new songs on the phone, upload those photo's, read that book, stock up, unwind and ready myself for the year ahead.

Two old freinds: Duncan and Neil. I met up for drinks this Christmas with them. Hadn't seen Neil in 18 years. Neil was my best freind and as I find out today he's just as much a freind as he always was.

Duncan and I are among the last of our lot still to be making a serios bash at the art thing and after 12 years apart we still have much in common. He's up for an audition and looking for speeches. We found the caretaker which I hope will see him through.

Life can be lived beyond the surface of now and as I reach into the past it all seems to come together some how.