Thanks to dapper gents Franz Ferdinand and Park Attack drum maestro Gilfedder for linking to my website. Phew!

I'm in the gallery today for the second day in a row. I swapped with Nick's day yesterday because I skipped my day last week. I was also supposed to come in and help paint the floor but I had to decline on the basis of my hangover being so evil the fumes might have killed me. Managed to get out in the sun the last few days. Just lying about in the park reading and absorbing vitamin d was pretty good. Apart from that I feel pretty crap. Everything is a bit up in the air at the moment. I feel drained mentally and physically. I'm not sleeping well which makes me grouchy and unable to think straight, we're in the process of getting hustled out of the flat by the landlady who is a miserable old goat and I'm still accumulating negative amounts of £. Mumble-groan-complian. But things are okay really. I'm crossing my fingers on getting a nice wee flat, I can't wait to get back into the studio and somehow or other the £ will work out. (Don't know how but it always does). Must do the following - Stop smoking, get more exercise, shit in the kettle before leaving the flat.

*end of moan*

I've got a bad hangover today. I completely failed to get in and open the gallery. But Laurie had my keys anyway so I can blame him.

I left the flat yesterday for the first time in a few days. I made it as far as Stereo where I stayed for a lock-in and got fucked up. Towards the end it was hard work to keep my eyes in focus. I came home and found Rob trying to watch the end of a film that he was really into but Rich had interrupted. So I interrupted him again drunkenly. Then I went to get something to eat and found that the cheese I had bought from Costcutters earlier in the day had gone bad. The packet was all inflated and the cheese had changed colour. This made me take off my shoes and throw them at the television.

Churminator's in a good mood all the time at the moment. Which is good. The fucker must be up to something.

My mum has found out about this weblog! I spoke to her on the phone today and she mentioned it and reminded me that the first entry included the escape clause 'Mum, if you are reading this please stop'. Then she asked me if she could read the rest of it! I said yes. Mum, if you are reading this, someone else puts in all the sweary words.

My website is now live. I'm still working on it but if anyone is interested, you can find it at gregorwright.com. Although it looks simple its quite tricky to code so let me know if you find any bugs ; -) or glitches. And give yourself a handshake if you find the wormhole.