I’m out for a run, I start with some peter theil which is interesting as he vocalises some of the issues I have with the obsession of fail fast and being iterative- and the way that this contrasts with ideas about planning and being disciplined with plans.  I end up running to a nearly god mix which sees me bounce between massive attack and underworld and somewhere in this space I think deeply about words, and the match between both sets of lyrics; making the ordinary extra ordinary; using cut and paste techniques in the style of Motel Chronicles or the Velvets. I flash back to my time in Thailand – walking around being obsessed by the words and visual style of Underworld, writing pieces down – I need to dig them out.

Start book. Bloomberg tv. sia back? Mum bed. Underworld and pink lyrics. Find the almanac. Finish portfolio. Do slides. Send attendance. Justin-off. Walk. Money in to bank. Dentist receipt. Throw out laptop.

back from the shops- the podcast is good, it’s with matt lucas- and somewhere in the way home I start thinking about my favourite meal and I stumble on a memory of mums cooking somewhere between the ages of 10-16 and how much I used to enjoy Sunday dinners and sitting with mum and dad and sis and listening to pick of the pops; the folks would buzz at songs they hadn’t heard in years and i would enjoy hearing them talk about songs i’d never heard before. i’d give up my favourite possessions to go back to one of those days for one meal with that version of me and the family. sometimes it’s all too overwhelming.

Hi mate. Thanks for pushing me – I didn’t get the chance to do anything today- I was wiped out at work and then went to the gym. I’m making excuses in a way but I did well to get up and work and then gym. But keep pushing me please – i really need to do this x

I looked at throwing out my New York dolls T-shirt which is too small and doesn’t fit and has various marks on it. It’s been sat out for a few days so that I can think about throwing it out but I get lost in the aha acoustic film thing and end up trying to get to the core of who I am and what I stand for and I realise there’s no way I can throw the T-shirt out. It’s just far too special and has far too many memories attached to it like buying it at a gig and wearing it on nights out with Gino. In one sense it’s only a T-shirt yet in others it’s the Crown Jewels . I’ll catalogue it. And save it.