Is March 1st the first day of Spring? Or is it the 21st?

I can never remember. I can't wait for winter to be over.

White is such a glorious tone. If the world was lit everywhere with pure white light. Then I'm sure people wouldn't be tired nor irritable, irksome nor angry. The world would be a much nicer place.

I think probably the greatest failure of the human race is the eternally ongoing roadworks of St Ives. One day the Lord will come and he will judge the earth on the Day of Judgement, but he will leave all the CORMAC builders on the earth to finish off the St Ives roadworks. Once again, the Stennack roundabout has been replaced by a 4 way traffic light system. I waited for ages at a red light today. Then when it finally changed, my desired route was blocked by one of their trucks. The lights then changed when I was in the junction and so I had to blind reverse around a digger into oncoming traffic in order to change my route. It's just not on. Britain is going to the dogs! Polish migrants have taken my job! There are paedophiles living in my neighborhood and the Muslims are taking over Britain! Where is my Daily Mail?!

I saw a man reading a Daily Mail the other day. I was waiting in the car at the stables for Amy to finish her lesson and he was sat in this Mercedes reading his Daily Mail. His wife was straight out of the 80s, with a Bonnie Tyler perm, pearl necklace & cream suit to match. I often look at people with more money than me and like to think that they probably very angry bitter people deep down who are very unhappy with their lives. Like the dragons in dragons den. The one thing they have in common is a default setting of 'miserable' whenever someone comes into the den. Ideas aren't met with enthusiasm but with criticism. I hate the whole notion of guilty until proven innocent. The world works on it and it chokes me.

Quote of the day:

Dialogue between a woman holding up a magazine, campaining for WWF and I:

'Wildlife? Sir?'

'Yes, very.'

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Had an appointment with the bank today in Truro. Lord, I hate bankers. I can't think of a less noble job than taking peoples money in the way they do. Greet you with smiles. 'How can I help you?' They don't fool me. Pick pockets in suits.


Re-connected with nature again today. Climbed Rosewall hill to see the view.

Then parked up near Morvah and walked along the coast for a bit.






Shape.

Colour.


Form.


SLOW
People should slow down. Many don't read the signs. Neither do they stop to look at the views along the way.

The Poems of Jeremy Paxman

I had a dream last night. A bizarre dream. Mind you, all my dreams are bizarre. I can't recall one that hasn't been. I must psychoanalyse these dreams using Freudian theories. I'm sure it will provide some interesting results with regards to the state of my Psyche.

I was driving in my car down past the Police station in Penzance. I was doing 40 in a 30mph zone and I was flashed twice by a camera. I then saw a star appear in the top left hand corner of the screen, like the ones you get in GTA when you do something minor. I lost the star, but then I picked it back up again because I was spotted by a Police car. I then remember crashing and flying through the air.

Next thing I know I'm in a prison hall with Thom Yorke, Guy Garvey, Morrissey, Jeremy Paxman and a lot of other people. We are all walking around singing 'How to disappear completely' by Radiohead. Then I am sat on a shelf, listening to Jeremy Paxman sing a Smiths song. He was reading it out of a book named 'The Poems of Jeremy Paxman'. I remember thinking 'Hey! That's a Smiths song! You plagarist!' I can't remember which song it was though. I just remember people giggling and him saying back at them 'Oh shut up!' in his irritated interviewing tone. Then someone bulldozed down a wall and I saw a friend with their Alsatian dog (even though they don't have an Alsatian dog) shouting 'We're free! We're free!' Then I woke up.

Balanced Diet of Worms.

Today I ate a bowl of coco pops, fish & chips, 3 out of date scotch eggs and 3 strawberry frubes.

But now I'm eating creamy crumbly Wensleydale.

I had my Falmouth interview. Not too sure how it went. I was hoping we would be talking about our portfolio but we didn't. Which sucked a bit. My stomach was like a knot throughout the whole thing. I didn't eat anything from 10-5 which is some kind of a record for me. I only slept 4 hours the night before which made me highly irritable when waiting for my name to be called. They gave us a project whilst we were there where we had to put a selection of objects together using string & tape. Mine consisted of a pot and a barbie doll tied up with string and strapped to the pot. Freud would have had a field day.

Going to settle down to Brideshead Revisited now. Tomorrow it will be hard to get up. Nonetheless I must drag my carcass out of bed. It's Thursday, the holidays have officially started.

Lovely day.

Drove to Truro to pick up artwork from college. All went well. I then drove into the city centre. Ate a sandwich in the park. Then I had a particularly nice tasting (although lukewarm) coffee in Waterstones whilst reading Brideshead Revisited. There was a french couple sat behind me twittering on in their native tongue and another two people, strangers at first, flirting in front of me.

I've been thinking...

What are smithereens? And how do you blow someone to them?

What a lovely few days of snow. It's such a shame I was overloaded with coursework and could only enjoy an hour of it one evening. I felt like Scrooge. Staying in whilst my friends went outside to make snowmen. Bah, humbug! Pirate FM played a feature called "10 Best Snow Songs". Ergh. Pirate FM = Squeezy Cheese.

I was rather silly and I left myself a little too much to do days before the hand in date (Wednesday) so the night before I worked instead of going to bed. In the morning the college bus was uncharacteristically on time and therefore I missed it by what must have been 30 seconds - despite having been up since the day before. My mother kindly gave me a lift to Truro so I could hand in my project in. On the way up I decided that I'd come straight home and go to bed because I was feeling rather ill. I got to college and took my project to the art room where Tristan casually mentioned that there was an extension because of the snow. Despite my evil conscience flipping out in my head, effing and blinding, I managed to keep my cool. I walked back to the car, went home and went straight to bed.

However I did have a moment at college that day where I thought I was going to be mugged. I was walking back to the car with what must have been a mixture of puzzlement, disillusion, angst and frustration on my face when I sauntered past the 88 bus stop. At the bus stop was a person who looked like he could only have been taking a qualification in yobbery. He looked in my eyes as I approached and I just knew he was going to say something. He grunted "That coat looks cosy." For a moment I was convince the next words to come out of his mouth were going to be "I want it."

Now if he did ask for it there was no way I was going to part with my grandfathers sheepskin coat without using every ounce of my strength to keep it on my body. So after he told me that it looked cosy I smiled at him politely, said "Thank you. It is." and went on my way. Then when my back was turned he threw a snowball at me! The bastard! Thank God it missed. It made a very loud ringing 'pang' when it hit one of the walkway pillars. Twat. Twat. Twat.

Winter mornings photographs

Being at college in the winter has gotten me up early enough to catch some colourful morning skies.