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I have to show this.

This is my friend Faith's work. She came to stay with me in London for five days, in the process of which I managed to completely destroy any health kick she had plans for. Her work makes me happy, in the way that I destroy any allusions she has to healthy eating, she looks at disrupting normality, at intervening. I imagine her mind to be like Science of Sleep, filled with stop frame animation ponies galloping across fields, water that is made of cellophane and clouds that are made out of cotton wool. I bet Michel Gondry has some kind of telepathic connection with her.

We had many adventures. Together we rode the wave of graduate shows, Goldsmiths, Central St Martins (Graphic Design), Slade (MA), my tattered notebook taking a hiding from all the scrawled names. We spooned, we decided this wasn't making for a comfortable nights sleep so she got the mattress on the floor. We grimaced our way through Curb your Enthusiasm (I actually had to stop watching it). We went to Tate Modern, to Club Sandwich, from which I started collecting bruises, warehouses in Peckham till four in the morning, we sat on the 343 as it took us through the greener route back to New Cross and arrived back as the sun was rising and the birds were singing. I wore my onesie. We did 'the pineapple'. There were many other things that escape my memory, however my favourite thing we did was saunter down Oxford Street at a ridiculously slow pace and let London pass us by, being unwittingly obstructive. Oh, and of course the great freezer clearout, akin to the greatest ready steady cook episode you ever did see.

Thought in fairness the next night did see a bottle of champagne, fishfingers, waffles and beans and me passing out on Genna's bed whilst we were halfway through the Royal Tenenbaums. I never did finish that.