Yes, I’ve been asleep at the wheel again. Long time, no post. To tell the truth it’s been a cocktail of Xmas panic, boredom and net fatigue.

I have been a bad blogger. I feel like the blog police are going to kick my door down in the night and put me in blog jail.

I went to the Transmission Christmas party which was the last one in the current space before the council ‘help the local arts community’ by fucking everything up and turning the area into some giant cappuccino artplex©. But it was a good laugh, not least because I saw Michael Wilkinson destroy part of an art christmas tree.

Then I went up north to Creiff Hydro for The Sunday Herald picture desk festive party which was a good laugh too. Once I drank my hangover away. I got drunk, laughed at acorns and played crazy golf.

And now I’m going down south for Chrimbo with Trish’s family. Which may or may not be a good laugh. But hey, it’s the festive season- and that’s just another pagan booze up with Jesus and fairy lights attached. So who cares.

We’re leaving tomorrow and I’m staying until boxing day; so if I continue to be a bad blogger, have yourselves a very merry Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Saturnalia or whatever it is that warms your heart and oils the wheels of capitalism for you. Otherwise I’ll post from my phone if anything unseasonally interesting happens.

* The Grid = Trish’s sister Ingrid