It's the Friday of an unexpectedly stressful week. The nearest city to me is in lockdown because there's a crazed Caucasian running around. People are saying stupid things on social networks about subjects including but not limited to: the Eisners, Boston, gun control, and Margaret Thatcher. Worst of all, it might rain. Which means today was the day I rolled out of bed into a crashing wall of ennui, struggled out a music video treatment, then sat down with a huge pot of finest oolong tea and signed 1,000 tip-in sheets for Smoke/Ashes. Blessed, blessed brainless activity. What do 1,000 tip-in sheets look like? Glad you asked! There's a pic below of the very, VERY large pile I just signed.
Everything else moves apace. Mack Chater is still calling his Royal Mail depot in Newcastle every day asking them to find the box containing the artist-signed bookplates and the two other very overdue parcels he is expecting. Hoping his new postie hasn't just chucked them in the bin. Another week it doesn't turn up, we'll reprint and start again.
There were a couple recent interviews with me about Smoke/Ashes and other projects (two of which have grown out of the Ashes collaborations). If you, too, are feeling rudderless and lost today, might I suggest you have a look? Here is the big chatty one and here is the slightly more sensible one.