I can't exaggerate the pleasure it's given me to see all this old crap. My favourite artist was Lloyd Ostendorf, and I aspired to his 'greatness'.
Still bloody sultry. At least the sun has gone in. Wandsworth road is shut, with all sorts of builder stuff set up. I think hey're going to set up a pelican crossing. The zebra one is gone.
Looking forward to the CAPTION scuttlebutt. Wish I could've gone... I resolved last year that I was going to save up so that I could go by train, maybe stay over and do both days...and what about that comic I was going to have ready? Fap!
Oh well, I've done some drawing, anyway.
Had a weird and spooky experence last night. I smelled my father! As a kid, when I'd go into the bathroom after he'd bathed, it was all steamy and reeking of Old Spice, and some other 'product' I could never quite identify. I really got a bit scared, thinking it might be his ever-angry spirit come to kill me, or something. Actually, I suppose having to 'resurrect' him for the therapist the other day probably brought it on.