I’ve got the painters in.

My painting stuff is coming along well, by the way, I’ve produced a few, with varying degrees of happiness at the results.

James reckons I’m better than most of the people on his course. I don’t know. I reckon I’ve moved from Intermediate school to somewhere around 5th form level, at this rate I’m going to be a nuovo padrone in no time at all.

I’m not even starting ‘Ceci n’est pas un Magritte.’ for a while, sketched it out, but ummm, I don’t want it to be completely cack-handed.

So at this stage I’m still just playing around. It’s great fun. Very therapeutic.

I’m very pleased with the names of my paintings so far:

  1. Ninguno Elephants.
  2. Buzzy Slug.
  3. Maybe Dylan.
  4. Grumbus.

Anyone who wants to see any of them can bloody well wait. I’m not sure I want to show them to people who might point and laugh, and that means all of you bastards.