I woke to the Missle Thrush at least 5 gardens away, excited.
Not only do we pull the shop down today (everyone in Gravesends' now happily playing with their toys. My oldest friend boz and myself were delivering till 10 on Thursday. A myopic, errant Father Christmas being guiding a pixie, who is wrestling with spatial awareness issues. So funny) but i get my life back.
Also in the night i must have started a new one, still putting up the scaffolding to try and map out the edges, top and bottom, i think it will hold tons, lots of different surfaces too.
In the words of the overconfident, and handsome Rupert Brooke, 'cafe des piss artists- Berlin-expect another masterpiece'
