okay, that's too far. leaving them up is just lazy, putting them up 2 months early. can we see the photo? I am not sure I want to mind.

mince pies are awesome, so don't count as excesive chrissmassy stuff.

Am back in sunny (really heavy rainy) shropshire for the weekend for my Dad's 65th birthday tomorrow. Having a party and fireworks, it should be good, as long as it doesn't rain like today!

I could certainly be around if drinks are happening.

Once again, the curry house defeated us. The amount of food one gets is boggling, but I'm far too manly to not order it, so it'll be our little secret.

Nor me. Some fucker smashed the wing mirror off a neighbour's van the other day. Looking out the window before going to bed and I noticed the girlfriend's car has had her wing mirror bent all the way back. Fortunately it's the bendy sort and wasn't snapped, but clearly some fucking scrotum thinks it's funny to break things as he walks down our street (which, as we've discovered is essentially used as a gateway to a scruffy cunt estate). So that's good. I'm hoping they try it again so I can smash some skulls. Also considering a home CCTV camera, but they're expensive. Perhaps a fake one would suffice?

Sure hope that crash wasn't started by fools watching the firework display instead of the road.

I didn't sleep much last night either, but for good reasons...

Malc

Tate director Sir Nicholas Serota said organisers were "delighted" the artist had produced "such compelling images".

The first thing to notice about the posters is how abstract they are, and how they could be for the Olympics at any time. I can't remember seeing posters for the Olympics that don't directly relate to the host city or country. At the Barcelona Olympics in 1992 it was clear they were referring to Spain's flag, and for Sydney's games, an athlete in the shape of boomerangs was a clear nod to Australia. But with this collection, you wouldn't know where the games are being held. Maybe that in itself is a statement

I think it's far beyond time that someone told the Emporer he isn't wearing any clothes.



Martin Creed drew a liquorice allsort; Howard Hodgkin knocked a tin of paint over, thought "That'll do", Chris Ofili drew a funny man/chicken hybrid; Bridget Riley drew some colored lines, something she's been doing since 1967, well done, Bridget!; Rachael Whiteread made a jam jar painting; Fiona Banner seems to have made your average indie CD cover;Michael Craig Martin is clearly confused, so has made a stopwatch with the word GO written over it; Tracy Emin has decided to patronise the paralympians, as has Patrick Brill; Gary Hume clearly decided he had something better to do that day, than, y;know, finish a fucking painting and Sarah Morris seems to have colored in some rectangles. Anthea Hamilton's work would go pride of place in any 14 year old's portfolio.

It honestly beggars belief. I wish they would fuck off into their garrets and starve to death.

Paint in Windows 7 has come on a bit hasn't it? I remember Paint in Windows '98 and that was shit!

Something for Davpaz to tut at... on my way home, I've just walked past a Craft Fayre, with a bloke outside in a full Santa outfit drumming up trade.

I might be going to see Magazine tonight, one of my favourite bands ever. Missed out when they reformed and toured in 2009, hopefully I'll get to go.

Manchester Academy1 if anyone else fancies it.

I want cameras at the front and back door ideally.

Damn it! I left that there for Zardoz!

Blimey, I knew the floods in Thailand had affected hard disk manufacturers, but have you seen the prices of hard disks at the moment!

Similarly, the 2TB i bought for the NAS at £69 is now TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN.

Jesus.

Is Malabar there? He's usually the one shouting about kerning.

This might just be the greatest "rage" comic ever:

http://imgur.com/Cpdaq

Seriously, it's worth a read even if you're not into that sort of thing.

I'm sitting in a pub, enjoying a private Sunday afternoon book-and-beer session (of which the latter is currently better). On another table, a group keep on yelling my name. I feel I ought to wander over and sign autographs or something.