The Black Hole on my Bedroom Shelves

Well it’s a bank holiday Monday, I was going to get lots done today but seeing as it’s 11 and I’m still in bed that probably isn’t going to happen. Alarm went off at 9, I woke up, cat sat on my face, I made a cup of tea, went to drink the tea in bed and had an epileptic turn. Saw the universe in the hole in my banking file, which then melted and everything melted into it. Took a while to figure out which universe I’m supposed to be in after that. Once it was over I went back to sleep where a very old man sat next to me in a hospital toilet cubicle and told me he had polio. His friend said he was only joking.

Had a good gig in South London on Saturday, a lovely friendly crowd who were well practiced in shouting “hurrah!” with the required hand signal. Sold some Biro Beast drawings and a couple of Rude Mechanicals Glass Eye albums as well. Glass Eye was the bands first album years ago, it sold out but folks have been asking for copies recently so we had another 100 made. On Saturday someone said we sound like Nick Cave and John Lee Hooker, I think that’s good, anyway it’s all gone a lot darker and swampy than it was and I like that, it suits the universe melting into a black hole in my bedroom files.

Last night I went to see Infernal Contraption play at the 100 club on Oxford street. They were very good with lots of odd noises and well thought out songs with interesting subjects. I also got in for free as Jowe put me on the guest list and then I had a drink brought for me so this felt good given my terrible financial situation currently. I managed to go out for the night in Oxford street for the £3 bus fair there and back. I also drew the a possible perfect child whilst waiting for the bus. Could be a development on the old logo?

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Beasts in an old fashioned diary

This is a old fashioned diary, not a blog really, because an old fashioned diary was a splurge of inner thoughts to an imaginary person, where as I think now days a blog is a planned piece of writing written for the public or a specific audience. If I plan this I cease up, I have nothing to say that’s important enough, where as if I splurge out myself on the page I can just keep going forever.

Its a system of my condition apparently, this splurging, temporal lobe epilepsy gives one a need to splurge out the thoughts on paper, as well a experiencing god and being obsessed with religion, any religion, I’m not fussy, as long as it’s got a god or two in it. The condition is also thought to give you a lack of sex drive, this I haven’t noticed, if anything I don’t get enough good sex but then different people have different ideas of good I suppose. Perhaps I should date a vicar.

Tonight I’m playing another gig with the Rude Mechanicals in South London. Might try some tarot reading maybe. I’ve found I do this best when i’m drunk.

i’ll also be selling my Biro Beasts. This is because I’m in desperate need of money at the moment, and drawing monsters is one of the few things I can do easily it seems. There are a lot of half formed beasts in the corners of the mind, though I suppose in an old fashioned diary I would just draw them straight in the book, and it wouldn’t be just a photo of them.