Thursday, November 30, 2006
The service is to take place in an old Nissen hut. We strip old paint from the exterior and I insist we paint the guttering a bright orange. The bullish youth leader wants to turn the whole event into a football match. I am livid. She was my girlfriend so I am the one to decide.
I threaten to call the police.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I am playing a part in a Shakespearean play. I have already missed one cue in the first act, and have lost half my costume. Now I am frantically searching for a script to check my lines.
"Don't worry so much about it," one actor advises me, "Relax and the words will come."
I run into the courtyard and scream, "NO! I don't know when I come on. I am not doing it. I can't remember ANYTHING."
Monday, November 27, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
I meet a trendy couple in Paris who ask me to draw their portrait. I make a delicate collaged image which records all of my thoughts- a drawing with my internal soundtrack. When I play it back to them, my recorded inner voice is moaning at the irritating woman, "Stop complaining all the time. Please just shut up for god's sake".
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
We are all a little drunk. I have a slice of cucumber in my pocket left over from last night's dinner party. Fionna suggests it would make a great entrance ticket for my twelve month show at the Dock. We are hysterical with giggles at the idea of everyone having to keep a cucumber slice in their wallet for a whole year.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
In a clear-out session Dad has dumped Edward, Big Ted and Judy in a rubbish cart. I am furious and rant at Mum. She says with a tired voice, "But, dear, your father fought in the Second World War for you." I am not sure this is strictly true but acknowledge that I need to keep things in proportion.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
I have bought my girlfriend a tiny minidress as a present. While she is in the bathroom I squeeze into it only just getting my shoulder in before she enters the room. "Wow, that is a beautiful dress," she says. "It is for you," I say kissing her. She is naturally thrilled.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
There is a grizzly bear in the back yard. He seems friendly enough. I teach him some dance moves. When I return later with my camcorder six huge surly bears have joined him. They eventually leave snarling, but my grizzly remains. He is now wearing shades and looks really mean and unpredictable. I give up on the idea of filming him.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Alice, Hazel and I watch a fashion parade of grim second hand clothes. We assume our role is to buy some of the garments. Too late I realise we have made a mistake and that in fact, tomorrow, we are expected to identify one of the 50 odd models who have paraded in front of us.
Monday, November 13, 2006
A magician appears to grow Gwyneth Paltrow from a strand of hair. Later I find the trick, which is a kind of wig, and playfully place it on Gwyneth P's head as she conceals the rest of her body behind a black curtain. She pushes me away irritatedly- I am not her friend and she does not wish me to come so close.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
A young Philippino man is being hounded by the police and press. His only possible choice is to seek refuge with his family who shunned him years ago. Trembling he looks in through the front window at his family. Will they shelter him or abuse him more violently than the state?
Saturday, November 11, 2006
David Wojnarowicz shows me his series of alphabet cards. Each makes a theoretical comment on religion through simple imagery and text. I don't understand the jokes. He talks intensely to me but his language is so complex I am not even sure if he is discussing his or my own work.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
We have driven across an iron girdered bridge to France and now find ourselves in a godawful cafe. It is like the worst of British cafes. "You mean we have driven all this way just to be served this filth?" I shout at the proprietor. "We are just simple folk who don't question anything. We have always been so," he replies.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
Using the hand rail I am climbing up the inside of a concrete stairwell to the flat of a friend John who has just died. All the way up are old friends of John's, some are weeping. I greet each in turn. Neil says this is like a rite of passage - a way of saying goodbye.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
I am walking with a group of friends. Everyone is gliding along so fast. I am lagging behind, my feet like lead. There is a knack to getting around in dreams - there's no gravity - so you have to remind yourself all the time how to do it and often I get it wrong.