

And a camera. Batch one.
They tell me I should open up my house for Artweeks next year. Hmm.
I finally got round to emptying the last of my destroyed camera. I'd broken it shortly before going into isolation, pre-op, at an exhibition which I…
It's an odd thing to think about, what went wrong with compilation-swapping last year. I got ill, certainly, and the creeping sort of ill that leaves…
As I'm sure absolutely nobody is, if anyone is following my gardening blog on RSS here (as thepunkgardener) you might have noticed some…