Made this video together. Well, technically the credit role goes something like this:

Dusty Black Room – Simon Beeston, Highgrade Records, Visuals by Greg Spencer with Lyndall Spagnoletti and David Bowman.

I don’t know who Simon and David are, but I do know Greg (who I think is the guy behind the big idea) and Lyndall (the perrty girl that makes the big idea hot shit, or shit hot)

They were also the kiddiewinkles that made the video that was played at my solo show (Home is Where the Telly is) at Lazarides last November.These are clever people.

The digital camera decided to have a fit 5 minutes before we left for the opening of Tiny Drama at the Joshua Liner Gallery, so my New York photos currently consist of some polaroids taken on out of date SX-70 film and whatever makes up my mom’s facebook album.

I’ve got so much to do and a lot of emails to catch up on so in the mean time, here are our leaky, grainy holiday photos.

xxx

To grow up and replace meals with meds in an effort to look and behave like Ab Fab’s Patsy have been thrown into disarray.

You see, I watched Julie and Julia last night and while Julia is a decidedly fatter and a more honest pill to choke down, she can deliver a line unlike anybody I’ve ever heard.

Her vice is also butter, which suits me far better than fags, vodka and routine surgery.

I just don’t know what to do – wither into a grinning silver painted skeleton, or balloon into a hooting bagpipe of a woman?

It’s certainly worth thinking about. Just this morning I realised that I’ve spent so many years helping people worry about their upcoming 30th birthdays, that I’m already almost half way through my 20’s.