A mixture of days

Well even though I am surrounded by technology I am now feeling quite disorientated, not sure what day it is, I am forgetting to tick off my day in marker pen on the mattress.  Aside from this. I am loosing sight of what has been donated into the Super Sonic Shed and apologise profusely to anyone who I have not acknowledged.  Lolli your a gem, enter the cutter arts big thanks, family with Rolos .... big thumbs up.  Toby the sheep painter big thanks for amazing hippy T combo tea, he has an amazing ability to make hippy tea taste. It's a technique involving a wooden spoon and 4 t-bags combo.  Thanks guys from the water boarding at the Marina, who turned up with a bunch of bananas and big thanks to Rachel for soup. And big thanks to my film buff friend who popped in with spicy rice in a flask.  Thanks to the small bird that hopped in the bi-passed my bird cage.

Sleeping in here is really getting up my nose and yesterday Sat 19th was too surreal and trance like. Toby disappeared off into town and left tangerine dream playing on a cd. Half way through the cd it started sticking and I didn't want to leave the Super Sonic Shed to bang the top of the cd player.
I shouted out to the first passer by and he came in dived over the art booth counter, legs in the air, then boshed the cd player and solved the problem.  He quickly exited the space then gave me one last eye contact look as if to say I hope your not taking the piss.
I haven't written about Charlies angels donning pilots goggles and theatrical masks, turned up with a massive itinerary on Friday evening, involving
A spring clean
A Silence of The Lambs reenactment, with myself pacing up and down as Hannibal Lector in my long Johns
A pass the balloon with a sausage shaped balloon in between our legs and other rather naughty angles.
And a A game of twister.
Its just a good job that when they brought chips there wasn't an equal share of boiled eggs. I have not had such an intimate game of twister before.
All in all Friday night hilarious hope to see you all again.  Apparently mud wrestling next on the cards.
Today I awoke to a marathon announcement from a guy who possibly fancied himself as a compere.  He carried on talking with his amplified voice even after hundreds of joggers had whizzed past.  It seemed quite strange seeing people wondering past with foil blanket whilst I paced up and down in the SSS.
Just waiting for the singer Tracey Jane to arrive.  Shes going to sing a few songs for my birthday.
Goodnight
SUNDAY DAYTIME Involved Toby harping on about crazy paving with the odd intermittant crazed bellowing laughter.  A bird made an appearance today and hopped all the way to the supersonic shed.  I tried to entice it into my bird cage with three rich t-buscuits.  Toby dissappeared in the day and left me to listen to Tangerine dream which stuck on the cd player half way through.  There was me sat in the gallery not being able to touch the cd player going ape.  I shouted to the next passer by outside the gallery window.  A chap who looked like a pirate from Penanze stepped in dived over the counter the scarpered with a last quick piercing eye glance at me to see if I was extrapolating the urine.  Sunday evening will go down in history as being one of the best if not theee best birthday ever.  Tracey Jane Sullivan turned up and it turned out she was one of the Charles Angels from previous visits.  My head was very confused I was a part of a game that hadnt clicked into place. All the time I was thinking Tracey Jane was going to rock up and I had seen her pop videos on the internet.  And yes she did turn up but, I have already seen her masked on two previous occassions.  I was  being fooled in the nicest posible way and totally enjoyed someone else being the bafoon just for a change.  Cheeky ............ ha ha excellent .  The conversations were amazing and the fact that Tracey Jane was not in the least bit bothered about my having to slope off to the loo in a half metre proximity every two minutes was great.  Every visit to the loo resulted in big glittered love heart falling off the Supersonic Shed and I found myself having to wrestle with the love heart to make it steady and safe one too many times.

The olives cheese bread fine company and mind blowing music followed by a game a blindfolded trifle feeding was hilaruious, but too efficient.  Traceys accoustic hit me in the solar plexis, the presence of the music penetrated the super sonic shed and the plants on the gallery window cill must have been dancing their petals off.

TODAY HAS BEEN A PAIN IN THE GLASS
I nearly bailed out today , very close, was difficult. Bad hangover zero energy or enthusiasm. A friend turned up with a bunion patch and talked about supermarkets and Krishna and told me how he had walked from one supermarket to another and measured the walking distance.  Another artist friend told me about his crazy time in Manhattan and his family expreiences.  Through all the difficult btimes here I am getting something which I have never before experienced.  People turn up and tell me about their life.  Its great to be someone above a look out for traffic wardens.  I am getting some amazng stories and enjoying the fact that people feel their is a bit of an opportunity to just have a bit of a voice in some way.

Not much to report except I am enjoying Polly the parrot being here its taken on more of an identity as a hanging static theatrical prop than the real African Greys.  I havnt heard it speak yet though which is testament to my sanity levels.  I could loose the plot .. lets face it, I am in a shed.
GOODNIGHT !