I’m back. Bet you thought I was dead (as someone once said). Well, I’m not. I just took another short holiday from writing everything onto the internet. For the first time ever I’ve used the magic of technology to backpost a bit… although it’s only a few crappy photos.

Glasgow has been grey and most days my studio is too cold to work in for very long.

One recent highlight though was picking up an old M. R. James book for a quid. I checked the inside and found that it was printed in 1955. It’s fifty years old. I was impressed at first, until I realised that it’s made of paper, was printed twenty years before I was born and is in better condition than I am.