'Please God, give me a break that isn't my neck', this quote from Donleavy's The Ginger Man occasionally pops into my head when the outlook is particularly bleak. It is a book I have re-read possibly more than any other apart from 'The Imbibers Bible - a history of alcoholic beverage and it's consumption'; so well thumbed is the latter that the spine has disintegrated and chapter seven 'Quantity' has fluttered away. I mention these books as earlier in the week I was driven to drink ( though the journey is so short I could have easily walked) by a conflict which could not have come at a worse time. The computer developed a debilitating extensions conflict. There was a time when I thought extensions were only related to licensing hours but now it is different and I decided to wipe the hard drive. The next stage was to take it to someone who knew what they were doing and get a twenty four hour diagnosis. Watching television that night was out of the question, no way was I going to look at a screen I couldn't manipulate and I don't count changing channels as part of the creative process, so I paced the flat re-arranging furniture and fiddling with the central heating before heading for the off-license.

The art show We Are Friendly, which is detailed on it's own page, opened on thursday night and David, one of the artists, came to stay for a couple of not entirely sober or sleep-filled nights. Prior to this I had arranged to go with Mr Ardley on the friday night to see the Mekons for an evening of cajun punk-lite at a sensible volume. As a hundred greying middle aged couples tried valiantly to launch their breathless and overweight bodies into the air, Ken observed that there can't have been a babysitter available in Camden that night for love nor money. But that's another story.

I suppose what I'm getting at is that it is saturday afternoon, I feel like shit, It's the first chance I've had all week to sit down and I've got to leave soon for a pre birthday party pub-crawl for Club member Martin Fieber ( Cybernet Cafe / Straw hat) soon and I could do with a nap and some solids other than Nurofen; so have a look at the card for David's show (better still, see the show) browse the archives, and come back next week. Oh alright, I'll throw in a tune and a picture.