The lift's still not working, and even the one flight I have to go to the usable one is torture. Dunno which hurts more, going up or going down. I'm like poor Lula the ancient dog.
Dreamed about an old work friend who had turned into a sort of harpy. Apart from her bird legs, wings and human head, her whole body was covered in pubic hair. She kept swooping at me menacingly. Then a man I used to fancy turned up, dressed as a bumblebee.
Ironing: horrible. Vacuuming: a slog, but slog is false flag; the afterglow is the best. Dusting: Oh how and why? Dusting is a bit like writing a novel in that it's only do-able in small bits over time.
Commendable you've another piece of art together so frequently. Your work always taps into some British children's comic cultural design on the way to something broader and accessible in mass culture. I look forward to Jay & Selina getting the collection out, and I'd love you to have a strip in one of those kid's comics on the rise. Jackfirecat John often spoke of how much he loved your work along similar lines of what I've just said and spoke enthusiastically about them when we met last.