The morning after

Today I was described as a beautiful mess. I didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or not but it will definitely teach me to a) not forget to tend to my hair before leaving the house b) remove last night's make up c) not lie with Maggie in a melancholic heap on the studio floor looking up at the ceiling whilst the new first years come round and see you in the grasp of varying emotional crises d) try and avoid being hungover as it inevitably leads to an alarming dependence on cherry coca cola and orange ribena and everything else I can't really afford.

I will return to cultural things soon. Honest. I have a bookshelf of untempered pages, an art gallery section in Timeout requiring some much overdue attention and a new studio space which is very definitely going to be the proud owner of a coat hook. I also has some minor flashes of inspiration involving thread when I was struggling back from Asda with some baguettes.