Just spoke to a gallery in London about some of my drawings that were supposed to have been sent back that never arrived. It was all threatening to turn into a bit of a saga. I had given up hope of ever getting them back and assumed that Fed Ex and/or Gasworks were just starting to bullshit me. So I was just about to start getting aggro down the phone at the girl Fiona from the gallery who was actually very nice when she just said 'It's okay we've found them, they're in Battersea'. Of course. At least they're somewhere. Hopefully they'll get back in one piece.

Got a wee bit of a hangover. Didn't make it to the CCA last night. Went to the Arlington instead. Drank lots of Guinness with the installation folks. Then out of the blue Big Andy phoned me. He sounded drunk and said that he's in town so he came to the Arlington too. It was good to see him again. We got some vodka when the pub closed and drank on into the wee small hours. He crashed on the sofa because he had to teach a drawing class at the Kelvingrove this morning and it's just opposite my flat. I saw him through a painful haze this morning and he really looked like shit. The fact he had to go and teach kids how to draw in that sort of state made me laugh which made my head hurt.

Went to Stereo this afternoon to fix the hangover. Which met with moderate success. Saw the guy from Mudhoney playing some nice folk tunes then came home. I've been smoking a lot recently and smoking even more when I'm drunk. This is not a good thing. Today I got the first hint of the seagull I've had in ages. The seagull is this: A violent pain in the chest akin to having a large and somewhat restless adult herring gull trapped just below the ribcage. (The seagull is easily induced with John Player Special).

Just finished fucking around with code to get the page you are currently viewing looking so damn funky dear viewer. A nice eighties home computer vibe if you will. I spent a while fucking about trying to use colours with hex values like DDDEAD, DDDADA etc. However, the conceptual nature of the whole endeavour meant that the visual aspect instantly turned into shit. Just like in art really. Anyway, now my retina are about to spontaneously distend so I'm just going to quickly run through some stuff because tomorrow night (tonight) I'm going to the CCA for the Beck's Futures opening and I'll get very drunk.

Okay, I was in the studio today, made some things blah, blah, blah...

This weblog is now a week old and I like it. So I'm going to make it look good.

Jamie is a guy I met in Florence at the beginning of the year when I was doing a Zobop installation for Jim Lambie. We bonded in an Italian Irish bar over Grappa which is basically window cleaner. You can read his journal here. If you go back and look at the entries from the beginning of January you will find references to 'a funny Scottish guy' and his drinking habits. That's me! Also found out recently that Fantagraphics are close to going under. This is bad news. Anyone interested in the work of alternative comic book luminaries like Pete Bagge (Hate), Dan Clowes (Eightball), The Hernandez Brothers (Love And Rockets) et al. should be sad. Apparently if you buy more than $500 of their books you get a personal phonecall from Gary Groth to say thanks. If only.

The Park Attack website is now online and gets top marks for being basic and good- two things that rarely go hand in hand on the web. For any one who hasn't heard of them, Park Attack are a local Glasgow band. And for anyone who hasn't had the good fortune of having me drunkenly slaver at them, it was my band, my idea etc. (This of course is not true. It is my flatmate Rob 'Churminator' Churm's outfit. And they have degenerated into a damn fine band since the moment I left- which, I might add, was after one and a half practices). It's nice to see the song Dennis' Leg mentioned though. That was my song. I wrote the lyrics. If turning up and shouting the first thing that comes into your head counts. If memory serves me correctly the lyric sheet should look something like this:

Dennis' Leg

Dennis' Leg (repeat)

And I fully expect royalties when they get signed.

Saw Neil Mulholland when I was down at Transmission yesterday. He's making a documentary about David Shrigley. Except Dave doesn't want to be in it so Neil wants me to play him. Ha! It should be filming soon and then shown on Channel 4 in August. Its going to be about half an hour long and maybe it could be a good laugh. Plus, I don't have any lines to learn.