Bzzzzzzzz. Hummmmmm. Charrrum.

The silence of the office, only accentuated by the background hum of eight computers is doing absolutely fuck all to relieve my hangover, brought on by a weekend’s solid drinking and tightrope walking.

I slunk into the office, incredibly late, with my speciality guilty face on only to find that it was unnecessary as there is no-one here.

Where the frig is everyone? Has the world of craft gone mad? Is everyone on a craft workshop in Salisbury? Are they all chuckling away as they fashion jewellery out of rubies, copper wire and found objects? Is it a craft based conspiracy against me for secretly caring about fine art? Are they all in Starbucks discussing the sexual appetites of ceramicists in comparison to woodturners? Or have I just missed a meeting?

I should have stayed at home today and eaten Valium with the curtains drawn like I planned originally.

Chuh.