This is a rushed post because I got back home, on Tuesday night and haven’t posted. And now, in ten minutes I’m going to the airport to go down to Tate St. Ives to see Nick‘s show. (I get to go because I wrote the text for the catalogue.)
I’ll post when I get back but in the meantime here is a photo of my miraculously unscorched feet. Who’d have thunk it?
Sage words indeed Sam, sage words indeed.
fucking hell you suuck you barstads go to hell 
why are you fucking swering you barstads
But WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE LIFE COACH? Are you still in glasgow or have you set sail to greet the celestial visitors with tom cruise etc? Or maybe that’s something else.
I went to Tate St. Ives last February and it wasn’t nearly as big as I had expected...nice views of the ocean though
the mind is a powerful toolbag
