• In the book 'Dead Children Playing', there is a date from an old pharmacy label that I stuck in my sketchbook long ago. The date is 21/11/96. Exactly ten years to the day that I arrived in Barcelona and saw the finished book for the first time.
  
• It later transpires that an old friend, Cristian Vogel, lives above the gallery. I haven't seen him for years. Additionally, he has just finished remixing 'Black Swan' from Thom's record.
  

27.11.06.
Hey, that went really well, I think. Nothing went wrong. There were a lot of people at the opening night and I hope that all of them had a good time looking at pictures, drinking cava and talking in Catalan and Spanish. Me, I couldn't understand anything, which was an advantage. Yes, a pleasant evening which ended up with me sitting on a balcony in the Barri Gotic drinking a large vodka in the early hours of the morning. The next day was full of talking; to journalists. And, horrifically for me, a film camera. Still, it was okay. Here's a tip: if you ever have to be on the telly make sure you've got really fucked up the night before. I find it gives you a certain clarity of purpose. But then I don't know. I haven't seen the tape...
Anyway, I'm going to try to find some photos to put up. My camera broke so I'm hoping someone else'll have some. Barcelona is a fucking great city.

21.11.06.
Eyes gritty. Function low. I'm here in Spain. Everything exists: paintings, prints, books. Just remembered that I was going to print some underwear with that scary bear on them. Forgot/ran out of time. The book looks great; like a sketchbook with all the rubbish taken away. Although of course opinions may differ. Trying to figure out which painting goes where. Trying not to think beyond the moment and concentrate on the one that's passing. Not easy. A man phoned me from a newspaper and asked me a load of questions. Me trying not to be rude and/or inarticulate. It's pretty strange in here, being surrounded by work that dates back to 1999. And it's also strange to be back in Barcelona; I was last here when Radiohead launched OK Computer; I came on a train that time and it was loads better than that fucking sleazyJet I got on today. Anyway. I think it's time to go and find a bar.

20.11.06. LATER
Hmm. I've got some news, of sorts. The paintings are apparently 'arriving today' in Barcelona. According to the same source: 'don't think that any of them are damaged'. You can imagine my relief.
The book, 'Dead Children Playing', is scheduled to emerge from the printers on Wednesday. When I get back from Spain (if I do) I'll be printing 100 woodcuts to go in the signed copies. These woodcuts will not be for sale anywhere else, and will be exclusive to the people who have bought a (ridiculously overpriced) signed copy of Dead Children Playing.
Other news: I hear that the big flyposters advertising the show (see Taglibros passim ) are going up in Barcelona as I type. And I hope to be providing lots of stickers at the show, for people to, um, stick all over the place.

20.11.06
I don't know when I'll next be able to update this; due to my inability to keep up with technology and my reluctance to move with the times I'm probably not going to be able to do it from anywhere but in front of this exact computer.
What's new? Nothing much. I have no idea if the paintings got to Spain. I have no idea where I'm going to stay, or when the aeroplane attempts to lumber from the earth. I don't know anything. The Doctor is maintaining radio silence after retreating to somewhere incredibly remote and dangerous. I'm beginning to see his point of view. Maybe I'll miss out the 'dangerous' part though.
I'll try to get some news. Back later.

15.11.06. LATER.
The paintings are in boxes. They are on their way to be seen by whoever sees them. I'll perhaps never see them again, as if they've gone to seek their fortunes. Bye, pictures.

15.11.06
I wrote elsewhere (on the 'TEXT' page) about wandering the streets of London, looking for nothing in particular. I was going to talk about how I tried to use graffiti tags as a sort of quasi-navigational system, but I couldn't find the notebook that had the tags written in it, so I didn't bother to mention it. Since then, I found the notebook, so here are the tags.
Please note that these were recorded in October and November of 2000, so a lot of these will either be no longer relevant or will have been painted over by fuckwits who have the stupid idea that a painted rectangle of beige is preferable to a calligraphic extravaganza.
BIK BUGS NRG SUN MAPE ERA POKE FINE HEAT ROYAL HEVY KRON SCAN LIES MEROK PEST SPAM HOPE BECK ZOKOE FUNK ROKO ENKA DOY CAD TEACHA CHOP SKOT3 HEKS BOOGIE SHAKE LUSTHUNT NONE FLEX BEAM MENACE FINE DENT ZONK BEAN DONT JOOZE DEMO CRUDE SWERV FUME ZOMBY BOZO HEAR DIET ELK WORD MEAN SNAKE SPAR MYTH CHERI MOPH FLAVA KTO KOOZA MESH HEL SANE ZKE SKOLA CEO SAFE CORE WAGE MERV LEVEL CORD NOIZE FILO PARA CRUEL SIM SPOE ZEAL LATE NMO RANZ STORE TOUCH BATE EMO COSA DDS CODE BOMS
DONT WATCH MY DUB

08.11.06. LATER
Ha. Done it.

08.11.06.
Well, I'm still making this website. Still typing, still making little .png files. Anyway, it really is nearly done now. I'd almost managed to forget the whole thing; website, exhibition, everything, because I'm far away from where I usually am and mobile phones don't work too well here. This house isn't haunted, which is a fucking blessing because when they are it makes life quite difficult. Getting to sleep is very hard, for instance. The files for the book did eventually arrive at the printers' in Barcelona, but I haven't seen any proofs of it or anything like that. I'm still pissed off about having to fly there, especially as flying is um, like, the new smoking. Why are they banning smoking but not flying? Anyway. Whatever.

23.10.06
I've nearly finished this website. It's been a while since I've done any html coding and I've pretty much forgotten most of the little I once knew. Several painful visits to coding sites later I think it's okay. No way to test it on a PC though. Oh well. So, saturday was spent printing posters for the show, featuring huge yellow lettering and bear growth. Printed nearly 200 before realising that somehow the slitty eyes of the final bear had inexplicably not been included on the screen. Gasping from solvent inhalation I realised that the slitty eyes are going to have to be added later. Next week. Which is now this week. Of which I have 3 days left before heading off to a (probably haunted) house in the depths of the strange western countryside to do some other work. Oh yes, and the dvd with all the artwork for the book that sort of accompanies the show hasn't turned up at Iguapop yet. It's in a Spanish post office somewhere.

20.10.06.
The idea is to put about twenty paintings up on walls in a gallery in Barcelona that I've never seen. Most of these paintings are quite large. I've held three exhibitions in the past, but none of them have involved large and unwieldy expanses of canvas.
Barcelona? I'm going to have to fly there in a fucking aeroplane. I'd been hoping that I could get there on a train; I even worked out how I could do it. But sadly, unbelievably, I 'don't have the time'. I woke up last night. I don't know what time it was. I was worried about what I might have forgotten. This morning I couldn't remember what it was that I might have forgotten.