Bank holiday weekend… another one passes.
So, time for a quick update.
Its now May, and the summer is rushing up to us.
Apart from other things, ive been pulling together a few pictures to print and show. The working set is here.
The last few weeks have been spent chasing goals around to varying degrees of success. My foot and ankle is still in a bad way, and my fitness is waning. Work with Mad Dog saw the end of the season, and a company meeting that was a very interesting experience.
I did manage to get an edit out for the NuArt and C6 peeps, which you can see on this page here.
Just gone this weekend, the Cans Festival, ran for three days showing some amazing work in a disused tunnle under Waterloo station.
Some photos here via Flickr and here, and a nice video here
So that sorted friday night out when i got into the private artists show, had a good look around then ran about in south london with Leon and Toby for most of the night.
Saturday was all about surfing, and, more difficulty, getting there.
After wrestling with the north circular for 2 hours i hit the M4 and was finally on the way. I arrived at Jamie’s place in Braunton and went to check the surf, of which there was none.
So with a heavy heart, and having been driving for 5 hours already, i got in the car and headed off to Dartmoor for the free-party where i was meeting Alan and Lucy… it would only get messier from here on.
So after spending most of the night dancing in a barn, or in a field or helping push some cars out of the field.. or trying to sleep in the drivers seat of my car… i got my head together at 10am and headed back to the beach for a surf with the boys.
It was shoulder-to-waist high, onshore and grey.. i was done after ab hour, a shadow of my former self. I must start surfing more..
So, now it was on again, more eating more drinking and a night on the tiles with Dan, Jamie, Al and Lucy… and the dangers of Timepiece.. decently pissed, i remember getting into a taxi at a kebab shop on Sidwell street, and then i woke up on the floor of a kitchen hugging a radiator. The lovely girl who awoke me made me tea, whilst the Dan and Jamie appeared from various bedrooms…
One fry-up later and i was back on the M4, feeling the heat and wishing i was already back in london.
Gotta love Bank Holiday weekends.
