December 1991

As with last year, love seems to have taken over my emotions. The crispy whiteness of a Northern Winter with the almost snow like frost echo’s in some eery way what I feel for Sally, as she balances with perfect…

With a crispy-cold sunshine reflecting on the thick, frozen frost I donned my warmest coat and made for Hanley to visit the brilliant drawing exhibition at the art museum there. The Christmasy trip was not complete without the scary appearance…

Lasting happiness is here – christmas is upon us – the seeds are sowed, the magic is set,the pizza’s are steaming hot, Press Gang is on – what else could one desire…???

The Christmas magic is again different to last years. For last year it suddenly came and was sustained through from the end of November to Christmas Day itself. Whereas this year it has been sprinkling it’s magic across the months…

Christmas. That ellusive creature that has been dangling it’s sily chains from the sky in selected outbursts for years now has finally come. I have Christmas magic-faery lights up, carols are playing in Asda and the magic is upon us.

Today was one of those days that make me glad I am alive – the right things seem to happen – I have been friends with everyone, people talk to me, and my work looks good. So what can possibly…

Looking back from last year I see my luck has been running through on this day… Although Jan Maloney did pull my work appart – it was constructive criticism and useful for me to think about – and anyway when…

The Integrated Arts Movement workshop. After extreme relaxation in various sleeping positions over the floor, and several hilarious rounds of Rudolf the Red Nosed Raindeer, we had to devise three balancing positions. Sally – being my partner, we practiced, and…

In a quiet evening, I let my inspiration flow from my veins like molten gold as I write the first seven minutes, that’s about one quarter of part part two, of my drama. At these types or rates, maybe within…

After a blissful, restful day at home I had a nightmare of travelling home. God I hate travelling, ou feel so detached from the real worl, sas if you are travelling in a void, a world where things only run…