I'm stuffed with a cold. Not swine flu but 'man' flu so I'm having a whinge! Nobody in the house at the moment to whinge to so you lot are copping it instead.
It's a bloody weird thing but I was expecting it as I've had a cold on the same week for the past few years. Sure enough, it kicked in last night. Does the human system have a memory that resurrects viruses like an alarm clock set to go off? Mmmm... Dunno.
Today I'm going to hang the first show at the gallery viewing space of my new art dealership. Back in the art dealing world and self employed again! The dawn of a new age. Who cares about having a cold anyway. I don't...



exactly, colds are par for the course at this time of year. Best of luck at the gallery, I wish I was artistic. What sort of art do you do?