In the space of a week I have gone from painfully but deliciously gritty phet fuelled house party debauchery to spending the weekend drinking microwaved cherryade with Carla Parr & then getting paid over £9 per hour to look after 350 magicians, juggle clementines and stroke rabbits & doves backstage at the International Magic Circle Convention with a body popping wizard called Dynamo.

What the fuck is going on in my life? Am not sure but I like it….keep it coming please.