I am so tired after riding from the depths of Thornbury into the city and back twice today.
So, I thought I better spread the word, my friend Simon MacEwan is having an exhibition at C3 which opens on wednesday night. He is a clever bastard, who makes fancy jewels and tiny inky drawings which make me a little blind just looking at them.
Post-apocalyptic urban planning and absurd disasters meet in a series of drawings in which the personal is re-imagined on an epic scale.
It's not the end of the world.
So I have sore legs, but, you know, it's not the end of the world. And even if it is, it's quite pretty here. Like this beautiful scene which is like a trip to Berlin.