Sunday Morning

Thick sea fog, very wet - and I woke up with a phantom hangover. Alfie Greyhound - because he knows it's Sunday, has refused to go for his early morning walk - meaning he is intending to be an utter cunt and he will insisting on going out when I'm busy doing something else, at least 6 times during the day.

Hived off a load of crap DVD's yesterday for cash - they took 40 out of the 60 I offered - refusing to take anything that I would have thought would sell ( we have that already ) and happily giving me cash for shite. I get paid on Thursday and I will be sending off a few decent sized invoices this week which will clear a big chunk of my tax bill.

I have some work to do this week and I'm going to resolve as much of the paperwork as possible from 2010/11 - and start planning for next year. I have a fantasy that I can get literally everything ready before the academic year starts - saving myself a day a week. I'm even planning on preparing the marking  and feedback early. I need to come up with new ways to develop the Academic side of the course - written work always causes grief in the end and it really pisses me off, I'm determined not to let it happen again.

Very good production of Terrence Rattigan's 'Cause Celebre' on the radio yesterday - and part 2 of 'On The Beach' tonight. Watched a bit of Glastonbury on iPlayer - Morrissey actually not bad and new stuff OK - but looking very heavy now and the voice is starting to fail... I wonder if anyone has the balls to tell him.

Several people I know went to the closing party for St Martins ( they are moving from central London to King's Cross ) - I saw the photographs - full of people I knew 25 years ago looking staggeringly old, but who have obviously failed to move on and looking a bit odd in the same old clothes. One girl has obviously had more than a bit of 'work'. I can't stand seeing people from college - I never liked them ( generally - some were OK ) and I had nothing in common with any of them, but I get a perverse pleasure in seeing how rough they look.

Had to have my photograph taken last week to promote some business / education events that the college hosted - I found it on line and I look bloody horrible - like Mr Potato Head. It's the PV at the college on Friday Night for the art department and I'm 50/50 about going - I loathe events like that - last year I ran the bar for the students - it kept me out of the way.

Dunno why I have a splitting headache - must be the atmospherics. I have artwork to get on with today - it needs to clear fairly sharpish. Reading the papers didn't help. The daily Mail is railing against the sexualisation of children - yet is probably the most sex obsessed paper in the industry - worse than NOTW. They have an interview - and pictures- with the woman with the worlds largest natural breasts.... I remember when that was strictly 'Sunday Sport' territory.

Right... boiled egg and soldiers.