00:13 oh oh thirteen

So I am all about “altered carbon” my new website went up And I quit cleaning the spar..

Can my mom really be coming around to my strange attitude?

I think so but it’s been a whole wake up call

Fundamentally this blog has to retain and mention an artistic and directional aspect.

In that vein, Pat’s piece is on point!

All sketches being realised in stitch through a printing style process on schedule, the artistic integrity has not been compromised in any negligible way.

The only problem is time itself, a block knocking wall of thing, only penetranle by means or by drugs

22:15 16dec

Bronko died this morning, under the vets needle…. he was a good boy but old and “cancered”… I payed my last respects to him while he breathed, but wish now that I’d lingered in his company. You see I didn’t finish work until 11 pm that night

I snuck into S’s house with a key given to me and then left on his table… there he was as serene as Jesus, lying on the leather sofa , his head slightly off the edge of the seat a paw each side , a smile like the Mona Lisa… no real indication of pain except for his heavy breathing.. I knelt before him on the Lino and kissed his head. He was like a tiny Aslan, I really loved that dog as much as you can love somebody else’s

Reality is such a vain hallucination…

every relationship has been oil on water… only my inability to designate borders creates the problem. God the only way to create character is to have your buttons pushed……

But anyway karma strolls around

Dear Bronko ,

You were as good as any human

There was not quizz about your desires…

An apple a day (for real)

A square meal

A paddle in the river

A play with your pals

Square up to a tennis ball

And all the lovely time you could have with daddy, the best friend

22:48 sat 13 jan

Jaws 2 on telly .. gold

Many wines

Some fags…. amys

Back to jaws2 , pitot has showed signs of slowing down so stop work til the morrow. Then all phone calls and works spark up for next week

Today was mine and me and mother fell out over it, what with her askin for favours and my early embibing we came at a crossroads of sensibility

father ted

Jan 10 22:20

Just finished work for the evening..another day of cleaning and driving around in my Nisan micra.

I’m doing “the ragged trousered philanthropists” on audiobook.. I’m ingesting rather than reading literature.. it’s a very interesting tombe… I’m also doing “the toad to Wigan pier ” without looking too hard I guess they are written around the same time

Edwardians and later..

Har har the road to Wigan pier.. the spelling suggestions of these computer contraptions would have us all in prison

The suprisingest thing is that Inoticed a blog reader today

I’m not gonna name itz zelf but zho would be readin me blog let alone likin it…

How on ciber earth can I reveal my whole humanity if I have an actual audience..

All future posts will be censored…all true revelations will be on paper. Saw mum kicking out a typewriter..s’mine

I am playing with the notion that this 3 storey house is a “mall” if you like, an internal village, each room an arena of productivity, each hallway or stair a road…

We are lucky to be the only inhabitants (me&mum) and of course the downstairs animals (max, Salem, Oscar)

Who has looked at my blog???

Is it really my time to build up a picture through words?

I have such resistance to this notion, because of my love for paint, drawing, carving, sculpture,and all other ways of describing the world

Forgot music…I love music , but hate its instomatic affect on my sensibility.

This time I shall use music on the people, not let music change my ways by the mere hearing of it…

Do you understand? Dear reader …

I miss Paul hunwick

10th jan 18;08

Strange dreams last few days.. trump with fleas coming out of his mouth..can’t remember the others.

A lethargy or enursiure when it comes to writing ..

busy at work..lots of driving …

Phenybut trials have started…

too early to say if it works but I have the idea about a type of anxiety that I’m going through that makes doing still stuff so difficult…. I hope I’ve found the answer to it..

Is it jan 4? 23:17

Just removed self from flurry of desperate action. Computer related. New graphics screen in town(ie mums dining room).. I am so excited about it I know I’m going to fuck up the instillation, hav already lost small installation disc in hard drive. Is this what eager young surgeons do in theatre?

Max has got cancer , Oscar a heart murmur… Salem is a sociopath. I am into nootropic things, mum is going under for a near leg amputation… we are all so very happy that we just have each other

dec 30 21;23

a holiday day with not enough to do to stop me grazing on christmas cheeses, crackers, choccies and ports…

i now have a not too bad portrait of Cazza under my belt, so it takes about 7 hours to get a likeness out in portrait, embroidery and appliqué …i cannot wait to get my hands on a wacom tablet. thank you mum for bringing it up in conversation otherwise I would have kept on using my less efficient way of doing things.

i was the person who hated all computer design i am now the compliant servant of the matrix so bring it on. it quite simply makes me happy in a way that struggling with real life does not. Its a hack, but fuck it its all i know…

NYE tomorrow. I’m anticipating another slow day… god there is so much to write about its overwhelming as i will bore with it all too soon,

ive had a few drinks today so note to self.. drunken facebook is a ‘not a good look” archetype , and with great reason. (had to say it all convoluted , as I’m playing with words)

went to the Oswestry cinema last night with my big sis. its not often that she ask me out, so yes will be the answer that leads me into a cultural and pleasant experience, i said yes and we had a good time watching an old film, with scratchy chunks of film that had been found and spliced in.

new year inclusion plan:


1a drink more water

2 look after mum

3 up at 6am (ambitious)

4 routine includes 2 dog walks per day/clients/ increased phone work


*this entry was considered subsequently to chat with mum, after some drinks