Central Park

With the Rabbit truck safe in the hands of it’s new owner, I had no excuse but to crack on with the new project i had stashed away the previous year. Like a pirate an his burried booty the time had come for me to dig out the sorry looking booted wonder.

Six months later, and what started out as a quick tidy about, has ended up a bit posher than I was planning. A few traumas, a few lucky finds, and a fair few late nights have got me this far. It’s all good, and it’s ready to roll.

It is a sad day for all. Chumpy, the paradigm of the fancy fish, has passed away. No more will his boggle-eyed black form be seen swimming beneath Log or bobbing buoyantly to the surface. We will miss you.

The International superstar artist David Shrigley has produced one of his famously skew-whif and perhaps borderline frightening posters for us. Staring Tyrannosaurus-Beadle and some other dinosaurs in wigs, it invites everyone over to our side of the campsite at E38 for a small glass of celebratory sherry. The original text read…

‘Hello everyone a small celebratory drinks ‘n’ that doo going on at about ten past nine on friday evening at edition thirty eight to celebrate our recent success at securing site of the month in pvw so come over yeah and bring your own sausage. Ta.’

…but you know what artists are like, so it doesn’t make a huge amount of sense anymore (if it ever did). Click on the Bronto-skinhead to have a look at the full majesty of his creation.

We were away for a long weekend, it was supposed to be a trip to Mania, but on the Wednesday before, the Caddy started loosing oil. Rather than sitting around sulking about what could have been, Lee and I went down to Bournemouth to see Wayne, and do lots of non car stuff.

Saturday afternoon, I get a text message telling me to get a copy of PVW urgently… so there we were, in Borders at 7pm, I went off to leaf through Graphotism, and Lee gets distracted by something with Kate Moss on the cover… meanwhile, Wayne gets on with the job in hand, and up goes a ‘no way’

It made what could have been a bit of a flat weekend into a far more satisfying experience, and gave us a perfect excuse to do daft stuff. Thank you, it was cool.