Definately a future career in either poetry or rap to the muthafucking ping.
Recently, as in; since we've been back at college in the studio/darkroom since Easter holidays, the weather has kindly decided to become 20 times HOTTTER, they can't seriously expect us to attend.
So as well as meeting deadlines and overlapping past, present and new projects, the main bulk of my time has been spent lurking in parks with BBQs, but really, and i mean REALLY unorganised ones. Not even unorganised in the sense of "let's go and have a spontaneous bbq", more in the way that it had been (sadly) planned for days then when it actually came to it we were so over-excited that we bought a £1 disposable bbq, grey prawns, jelly and frankfurters, but no cutlery..? So we ate the sausages on keys and the jelly off of milo's face (library card) and milo set alight his knee without noticing for a while.
BBQ/bike ride tomorrow, work saturday, london sunday, bank holiday monday. Amazing?