ANOTHER SOFTWARE UPDATE?: This one stops my iTunes talking to my phone – useful (K)

I’M MELTING: Lively Up Yourself, Babylon By Bus, hungry to go live. Locked in a small room for weeks learning how to do things that…

ONE FOR DAVID: On principle I’m buying David Bowie’s new track. Space Oddity was up there with Lux Aeterna, Acid House & pirate radio when…

THE ROAD LESS GRAVELLED: The coffee hit the back of his throat, setting sparks behind the eyes. The he felt a growing guilt, it seemed…

WE ARE BRIGADOONED: As we wake in gentle blue light the moon grins at us on it’s side before a fog envelopes us, low hiss…

THAT RAW FEELING: I’m, trying to write about a journey along the banks of a river, people we meet, their stories, animals, names, idiosyncratic car…

IN PASSING: Found another shrine by the side of the road, two small bunches of flowers. What’s the story? All these lives, all these memories,…

THE YEAR OF THE DANCING STICKMAN: Through the gate & down the ash track into the forest. Past an old orchard  where we blew that…

EXITING THE DREAM HOLE: Shellshocked expressions imerge from bleary dream holes. The mocking light of a damp day offers chill hugs that cling to the…

BEGINS WITH A SMILE: A four mile walk to the rhythm of rain, accompanied by naked dancing hedge rows. Heroic trees raise up on hind…

THANK YOU FOR THE DAZE TO COME: Sun sets on the city, the beacon of St Paul’s illuminates for revelling stumblers to navigate streets abandoned…

WHAT’S THAT NOISE?: Got this growing desire to hear new music that’s raw & rough & vibrant. Visceral, unpolished, songs, lyrics from the gut &…

STREET THEATRE: Watched an old oak frozen in the stance of it’s last dance like a Shinjuku grotesque from a Daido Moriyama photograph – street…

BLUE LEAVES IN THE RAIN: The blue oaks of Suffolk shower leaves on us as we hunch over steaming mugs – sweet hot chocolate at…

DOWN THE OLE DOG N CAGE: In the silence before the household wakes, me & a dog in a cage respectfully don’t communicate. Sunrise, hidden…

IS THAT YOUR GRAT HE CHEWED?: Resisting all temptation he stepped back & watched beloved puddings disappear, enjoyed instead the happiness of revellers in paper…

PEAS ON EARTH: The banquet is set upon the table, all guests are gathered round, expectation on each face with radiant smiles beneath paper hats…

THE DAY IT STOPPED RAINING: The tribes of the north gather in the sarf baring gifts & smiles. Explosive conversations, unification questions, rooms flood with…

COUNTRY STYLE: The ceaseless rain falls onto fields, fields turn into sponges, empty into country lanes, roads become rivers, homes become islands, families stranded, a…

CASTLES MADE OF SAND: This is for the courier who gave me the thumbs up, the gallery who sold another painting, the beautiful person who…

DAY TWO OF ANOTHER END OF THE WORLD: A north London taxi exposed it’s self to me discretely, dressed as a bumble bee, concealing it’s…

THE END OF THE WORLD AGAIN: When rain sticks to you like suet & friends spend seven hours stationary in traffic jams & the day…

FOG FLOATING: The old Bata Shoe Factory slips out of a luminous fog like a rusting & abandoned ship free-floating mid Atlantic, threatening to topple…

WHO STOLE THE STEPS?: A curious curve-ball day of phone call queues & changing plans that conspire to blow a fuse or inspire complaints. This…

DAMP, DARK, COLD & STARLESS: Perfect day for a train ride. Last Friday we drove from Barking Creek in Dagenham, to Coalhouse Fortress & the…

YOU GOTT MOVE: A strong desire to pull on the walking boots & hit the road. The light is low & twisting. fields succulent, scattered…

CHILDREN: Vulnerable, hope, Potential, future. Faith, joy. Trusting. Innocent. (K)

DARK & COLD ETEC: Waiting for a cold damp train to a steaming cafe. Walk the streets, film, write, take photographs & hope somebody knows…

KEYS IN THE SONG OF LIFE: He owned a beautiful piano that made you calm to play. It sounded best at sundown, just as the…

OUTSIDER ART: A ride in a dirty train from a sun soaked city where stark shadows dance naked above the heads of impassive shoppers. A…

THIS BROKEN BENDY MAN: His texts came in at 1:00am, saying, ‘thank you’ & ‘goodbye’.They found him lying in a field, close to death, more…

LIGHT! LIGHT! LIGHT!: Rivulets of electric lights hang from trees along the roadside celebrating our journeys in the dark cold wet of a Sunday evening.…

SCRIBBLESTCIKS & STARS : Walking in a crisp wind, the aroma of Autumn leaf mould, the succulence of mud beneath our boots. Birds describe quick…

KNOCK-KNOCK: When fear & loathing come to call, sunrise hits the spot. Sleep steps back & mocks as we bump into furniture in the dark.…

BLUE & A CHOCOLATE TREE: A late arrival for the diary, locked away with instruments of delight pulling songs to pieces, making music with a…

LIGHTWAVES: Ventured out to get painted blue. (K)

BEFORE VENUS: Silent as a cotton wool stadium, shovelling snow at 6:00am, missing your light. Finding humour in sculptural forms of cartoon proportions, building a…

VENUS: Venus waits for me before the dawn, where pink turns blue. All other stars run & hide, but Venus waits unflinching in her duty…

TWICE A DAY: The Doctor said, “put this in your ear & squirt” I thought, “Looks like something I used to find in alleys” Twice…

UP EAST: The East End streets were peaceful, wandering, taking photographs of shadows & discarded things, The exotic food stalls had been concealed in abandoned…