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Terrible hangover. Terrible.

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Yikes, another whole week has made it’s way into the past tense already.

It was another full on art weekend with a Scott Myles show opening at the Institute on Friday, followed by a party with a free bar. And then on Saturday it was the opening of Claire Stevenson’s solo show at Transmission.

And then, as if by way of punishment for my decadent art-centric lifestyle, I had a karate grading on Sunday. It was for my brown belt and I passed.

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Tail end of conversation from two seconds ago (in reverse order)…

Trish: “You’d really test my love if you did that”.

Me: “I’m getting a tattoo of a crow on my head”.

Upgrade

My internet connection seems to have finally returned to normal after a six day hiatus. All ntl would say about it was blah blah blah be patient while we upgrade our service.

Thankfully my patience has paid off. NTL have upgraded their service with a small red dot in the upper right corner of the screen that will under no circumstances go away. And fuck all else besides.

End Of Year One

My internet connection has been going slow and failing for a few days now, apparently because ntl are ‘upgrading’ their service. Hence the silence. (I phoned them up and said ‘This is bullshit’).

My parents went on holiday on Tuesday and so I have taken temporary custody of Merlin the cat. He’s old and a bit fat with a wonky eye. Luckily he and The ‘Shape get on okay. Cat-Shape had been to the vet the same day to get his first injection. The vet was a slightly creepy man who picked him up by the scruff of the neck and announced that he was demonstrating the ‘Spock grip’. Guaranteed to immobilise cats every time he claimed. I also enquired about having his balls removed. The creepy vet said okay, when he’s a bit older and also told me it might be a good idea to get him microchipped. This seemed like an extravagant expense at first. The only things I have any experience with chipping are Playstations. But the creepy vet assured me that it would in no way invalidate his warranty and he might even be able to perform new feats of mathematics. So maybe it’s not such a bad idea.

Apart from cat antics, I’ve been working with Jim this week, getting his work ready for The Basel Art Fair.

And then along came the weekend. There was an opening at Michael Wilkinson‘s flat on Friday, showing his, Alan Michael’s and Tom and Joanne‘s work. And a damn good show it was too.

Then last night it threatened to turn into some sort of impromptu art fair with work showing at Sorcha Dallas’ place, The Independent Studios project room, The Sculpture Studios and another space underneath the project room… and after an evening of looking at art and drinking complimentary booze it was off to Mono for more booze and general drunkenness, and then, as if all of the above wasn’t enough (it wasn’t- I was still standing) a lot of people somehow managed to end up back at the independent studios drinking yet more booze in a large unlit room. And playing ping pong.

So today I have been nursing a moderate hangover whilst simultaneously attempting to make Rob’s much worse (by way of sudden unannounced and violent gestures and outbursts).

And today is slightly significant in that it marks a year since I first decided to record my day-to-day grumblings and call them Burning Salad.

So this is the 138th post. That means that on average, I’ve posted once every 2.6 days. And you will no doubt be pleased to hear that the most common word apart from ‘I’, ‘a’ and ‘the’ is still ‘hangover’.

This calls for a celebration.

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Yikes, it’s Friday already… I’m tired so I’m not going to actually get around to posting until tomorrow.

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Had another low-key weekend, but my internet connection is running slow tonight, so can’t really say much…

Actually got some interest in the exquisite corpse which was good; haven’t done anything on the webcam for a while but ‘potato bowling’ seems to have won the vote and Rob says he’s up for it, so that should be coming soon.

As for real life, still figuring out some ideas, still being terrorised by the cat, still burning my toast in the mornings.

Cadavre Exquis

I’ve had the idea for setting up an online exquisite corpse thing kicking around for a while now. I think I’ve got it mostly figured out, so if you want to take part…

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