I just answered the door to the woman downstairs. This is the third time she's come up with the same complaint (the reason for my curt response). It went like this...

*Doorbell Rings*

I open door

Mad Woman: Turn the music down.

Me: There isn't any music.

Mad Woman: Can you hear it?

Me: No.

Mad Woman: Where is it coming from?

Me: There isn't any music.

Mad Woman: It's been playing every night.

Me: We aren't playing any music. Come in and listen if you like.

Mad Woman: I'm deaf you see. I hear things that other people don't hear.

Me: Yes, you do.

Mad Woman: You aren't playing any music. I do apologise. Where do you think it's coming from?

Me: I don't know, I can't hear anything. Maybe the same place it was coming from last time.

Mad Woman: Pardon?

Me: Maybe from somewhere else.

Mad Woman: You're not playing music. I wonder where its coming from? I do apologise.

I close door

It would appear that mistress of the uncanny and Park Attack drummer Gilfedder has started a blog. And she's already gone bananas for it. Check it out.

Had a lazy day today. I was too tired to update last night when I got home. It was quite an exhausting week really. I got my space sorted out and my show installed in a few days. Then got drunk every night. And met some pretty cool people. The whole show looked pretty damn good (I'm biased but it did), and it was nice to get a catalogue (although the essay was dreadful). So today I have failed to leave the flat and have done nothing remotely productive unless you include playing Tony Hawk 2 on the Dreamcast, smoking cigarettes and checking to see if my website has gone live yet. And that's what I'm going to continue doing for the next few hours. Tomorrow I will get up, tidy my room (no small task), sort out my worldly affairs and figure out how best to avoid imminent financial ruin. I will also try to keep this journal more regular and less boring.

I'm in Stansted airport again.

It's Sunday night already and it's been a fairly busy week. It went something like this.

Monday: Last minute stuff in studio - good
Tuesday: Filming Shrigley program - not bad
Wednesday: Sending work to Norwich - sort of good
Thurday: Filming again - getting annoying
Friday: Installing show at gallery - damn fine
Saturday: Installing show again - worrying (the floor paint refused to dry)
Today: Woke up feeling weird - I blame the booze

And that's about it really. I'm off down to Norwich first thing tomorrow which should be good because I like airports. You get to hang around eating crisps and playing arcade games. I'm looking forward to getting into the space and having my work around me again.