Mud and sparks

Went to Earth and Fire today, the big ceramics festival in Rufford Park. It was great other than at the beginning when Sam screamed the place down and we had to retreat to the woodland to calm him... He looks like such an angel.....

There was alot of good work, I even saw Peter Meanly ( a teapot idiot) and Geoff Swindell ( a legend, who taught me at Cardiff)... but I couldn't get inspired to pot anymore. I can honestly say I've completely lost interest, I want to get back into print making and drawing. Perhaps it's a sign of getting older and prioritising, getting back to your roots and simplifying things. The first thing I ever learnt art wise was printmaking.

This is of course all complete day dreaming as I hardly get the time to shut the lid on the wheelie bin, never mind do anything remotely creative anymore, unless it involves teaching and chasing money. But I can't complain about that, I have a great job!!!

The curious case of the itinerant Djembe

Oh my god, how long is it since I found the time to talk to the blog machine? Life has been so busy. Last night I went out with my friend John, the first time we have been out in probably 6 years to our local hang out to see some local hang outs. The hang outs in question were the two guys from my old band who have formed a new rock band- Planet Friday. I have to confess, I was absolutely and utterly whammed. It only took three pints of cider but I was incoherant! The band were technically really good, but, (can I say this about my very good friends..) it was abit boring. I did come home very merry, with nearly as much cash as I left with and a Djembe... The said Djembe ( which for the uninitiated is an African drum) was left at a certain percussionists house over two years ago, as a favour. In between times the owner decided to procreate and missed the said drum immensely. (thats me by the way) So weird how those years have zipped by...I had a quite sad conversation with the drummers father in law who is in his 70's who would love to be a grandpa but has given up on it. Last time I saw him was before Sam arrived, the time has just flown by... Sam. Sam is walking, talking, stalking, baulking,...! Richard should read this, it's the best thing you can ever do, it's the hardest thing too, but worth every moment. Message to carpetbagger, i hope you are ok, I was ,alarmed by your comment on needing a break, but understand, you know my own predicament..

I couldn't love you more

I feel so tired and jaded at the moment. I'm listening to alot of the Cure, which is always a sign of nostalgia. I so love sam but he's tiring me out, along with his mummy. I'm so drunk, I like a tipple to edge me into sleep, which is a foriegn territory just lately. My life has become nothing but a service just lately. I work, I come home and sleep, I work again. I miss sitting up into the early hours talking to friends on the net.

Down by the riverside

End of another riverside festival. Was a slightly downbeat event compared to previous years, probably due to the change of management involved. We had a brilliant re-enactment group in, absolutely fab. Once I've found the bluetooth dongle that I've been missing for the last month to download pix I will post some! The theme this year was Civil war. Our re-enacters were in 1644 (I think) and were really good. I stayed on late last night, as they were sleeping over. They consumed oceanic amounts of beer. ( ok, pot meet mr kettle. -I had to drive home..) In all a very nice weekend, with some nice people. It's good to not moan for once in the blogosphere!