Minions, deadlines, a delayed laptop and an imminent hardware refresh have left me a bit stressy and frantic. In an attempt to defuse all this I've been working quite hard in the evenings on odd things like putting my several-years gone visit to Brighton's West Pier online. It's in the water now, so no-one's going out there any more, and anyway architects keep whinging that the old pier was tacky and ugly and what we want now is a nice modern pier, probably made of steel cables and glass. With them as the designer, naturally.
I taste like Menthol.
I am refreshingly different; some people don't appreciate that. My sharp honesty gets up some people's noses, while others really enjoy it. I am something of an acquired taste. What Flavour Are You?
So, instead of sitting and staring at all the stuff I should be working on, I'm going to go to London this Sunday and see my little sister Ellē (assuming she doesn't get the baby call and have to accompany other sister Alex to the hospital) and we'll look at Anish Kapoor and maybe also the Mayans.
Red and blue. It'll be good.