After last year's mud hell, I was tentative about going back to Glastonbury. However a free ticket in exchange for 4 hours of puppetry a day seemed like a fair deal.

I made 3 children cry and scared 2 people who were ‘happy’.

Some of the more popular routines:

• ‘Spoon of doom’ - a mexican ladle who shouted ’spoon of doom’ repetitively.
• The sponge who blew along to the music of My Way.
• The evil chameleon who threatened to follow you around Glastonbury, sneak into your tent whilst you are sleeping and ‘wear you like a puppet’.
• The bare hand - the most advanced puppet in the world with another hand inside it.
• The giant bear who stares into your soul, vacuum cleans all the evil out and makes it into biscuits.
• The chameleon discussion with a child about the Wurzels song ‘I’ve got a brand new combine harvester, and I want to give you a key’, however it would be bad to give a child a combine harvester as they would drive through the local village and chop everyone up, resulting in Weetabix with chunks of flesh in it..

My musical Glastonbury highlight had to be Seasick Steve , the 21st century blues man. 3 people back from the front and you could still smell the roadkill.

Thanks to Martin Coyne for the photo.

I spent yesterday on the beach building sandcastles and taking photos for the hubworld project. Only 2 people asked me what I was doing this time... I must be slipping.

Whilst walking back to my car two young boys were kicking over the sandcastles.

I’ve bought my car 2 years ago, I paid £650 for it.

I’ve never had it serviced and over the two years I’ve paid a total of £600 to get it through 2 M.O.T’s.

It’s the ultimate cheap car… however it would be nice to get a new one. Like most thing’s I don’t get around to it unless I have to.

This morning after the storms, I came down to this…

My car didn’t have a scratch (that you could distinguish from other scratches) and it drove straight out of the tree.

The (much more expensive) car next to it was a write off.

It’ll never die…IT’S INDESTRUCTABLE!

I went to West Bay this weekend to take some pictures for Activate's 'Homegrown'.

Homegrown will be a showcase of Dorset's performing arts, which will take place on July the 4th.

We're going to print the flyers on seed packets in line with the growing theme.

It was raining, windy and cold, but it was a lot of fun...

Hat's off to Charlie (her hat blew off constantly) who didn't complain once about strolling around in a Summer dress in subzero temperatures.

Zoe's brolley work was also exceptional.

I felt this last night.

Usually the building shakes when a truck goes by, but there weren't no truck!

It was the Hubalicious Christmas/New Year outing yesterday, we decided to go skating at the B.I.C.

Skating is pretty weird when you think about it... I cackled like a loon all the way round.

 

This weekend about 12 of us got together to make a film for Becca's birthday. It was on the theme of kidnapping... we kidnapped many people around Bournemouth & Poole including, 9 pink ladies:

 

 

This weekend I worked with PVA and Dorset V, leading Graphic & Web design workshops. The participants were 16- 25 years old and selected by Dorset V (the Dorset branch of v inspired ) who provide volunteering placements within the county.

The participants did really well and produced some varied work. The whole experience was given extra flavour by local rappers 'Ways Of The Mouth' who added their own special blend of hip hop and graffitti.

Local Artist Pete Sheridan produced funky custom name tags for us all. Is it me or do I look like I'm bald and been shopping in Marks?

Barcelona is an amazing city, I went this weekend as part of the Camps International christmas party.

We weren't there too long - about 12 hours, but it was enough to have a meal and a few drinks... We even made a few new friends:

 

 

 

 

After a shopping trip to Ikea I've reached a level of existential enlightenment I'd never thought I'd attain.

No longer am I taking small things for granted.

To buy a pint of milk is a luxury:

Should you not have to choose your cow, find your cow, pay for your cow (if it's in stock) take it home (use your own transportation means) read the instructions on how to milk it, realise that you've only bought 1 half of the milk receptacle, phone the helpline, get other half of milk receptacle delivered, proceed to milking cow, collect milk, have a nice sit down and a cup of tea, realise milk is off, cow is faulty, transport cow to returns department, take ticket, cue for half an hour with cow, return cow now with a 30% deduction as you have used cow and it's not in it's original cow packaging, go home, no milk... choose cow, find cow...

I suppose the cow was cheap though.

Monopoly + Human = Evil.

...and I've never felt this way...

Tonight was the wave rebrand launch party at The Study Gallery.

It's a project that I've been working on with the wave team for a year. Like any project it's had its ups and downs, but essentially it's been the strength of vision everyone has had that has resulted in this . It's a privilege to work with people who have such high standards, yet anything goes.

Not many designers get to cart giant polystyrene letters around the locality in a 70's VW camper van.

 

Am I too old to start breakdancing?