Lacoste Animations

Phew!... I've finally finished the Lacoste animations, with a little help from Whatley and Simon. We've been working pretty hard to get these finished but it's been mightily enjoyable getting back to drawing kooky pictures and making them move. I'm hoping now that everyone at work will now see these, prick up their ears and start thinking about tackling briefs with motion graphics as well as traditional media. I had my review on Thursday with my boss, which went really well but I still could do with more from management to get the most out of my rich and varied skillset. (I'm not boasting, honest.) Anyway... Here are the links to the files.

Africa

Japan

Melanesia

New York

Count Duku

Today has to be a good day. I completed all three sudokus in the Metro on my way to work this morning. Easy, Moderate and Challenging... I breezed it.

If I manage to read the interesting parts of the newspaper before Kings Cross, I can usually complete the Challenging puzzle, but I looked up after completing it and I was at Tufnell Park, which was pretty good by my standards, so I cracked on with Moderate which I finished at Highgate. I finally put my tip and strip sexy pen down at Finchley Central after whizzing through the Easy 'duko.

The God's are looking down.

Sister sledge

Another good weekend... Wow, I'm starting to see a pattern emerging and I like the smell of it. This weekend was another life-draw-ey weekend, but this time we had to travel to May's mum's house for it. It was grand... and endulgent. We had a luxurious four hours to draw the most ginger-ey woman I have ever seen. The last pose was a mammoth hour and a half, and ol' gingerflange fell asleep halfway through it. I managed to pull off a winner doodle of which I was carried shoulder high around Long Buckby for... But not until after we'd pissed about in the snow for a good couple of hours, sledging about, you know! I even managed to get three inches of icey cold water into my wellies for good measure. Previously I'd watched Bear Grylls surviving in arctic conditions, so I was well prepared and luckily didn't die on my way back to the house.

Kate is getting just as excited as we are about moving in, and has got a list as long as your arm of things she's going to donate to our nest. After drying off, most of Saturday afternoon was spent collecting things from the attic and taking beds apart... We were also given a choice of FOUR toasters, apparently Jas buys a new one every six months whether the old one is broken or not.

Dinner with the Doctor

It always makes me laugh when people start a sentence with the work 'fucking'. It gives them chance to actually construct whatever shit it is they've got in their thick heads. The tube this morning was running really slowly 'due to adverse weather conditions'... It's only a bit of snow, I don't think Britain is geared up like Canada where people ski down to the shops to get some fags. Anyway, this bloke got on a packed tube with his timid looking mate and started shouting that he'd just 'fucking seen the trailer for the new fucking fast and furious last night which looks fucking brilliant.' Apparently Vin Docile is back on form. I'm sure the rest of the busy tube now feels the same way and rush out to reserve their tickets.

In other news, not last night, but the night before May went out for a drink and a bite to eat with her ex-boyfriend. She needed to catch up with him being as it's just been announced that he's going to be the next Doctor Who. As a virtually unknown actor, May said it was quite odd as he was getting hounded for autographs in the Hawley Arms. There's quite a buzz about him at the moment as he's going to replace the well-loved Scotsman... Which all sounds quite nice, however he has to live in Cardiff for the duration of the filming! ... Which just goes to show, money isn't everything when you're in love, is it Candice-Marie?... No Keith.

Timeless spheres

We met Helen and her family for her private view at the ICA last night. I tell you what, MA students get away with blue murder!... May's mate Angela had created a load of dresses with period blood all over them and a couple of sporrans moulded from her mate's lower beard. Helen had created some (beautifully crafted) handbags out of pet shop pigs ears. She was moaning about the price of them, apparently they've gone up from 50p to a quid... I ask you. I always like reading the blurb that the artists write about their work, it's always cobbled together shite trying to make sense of whatever it is they've created. It never is the other way around. Some guy had written that he was born into a family of Christians and he was influenced by the film Back to the Future. Helen had written about fleshy drapes and timeless spheres... Anyway, we buggered off afterwards for some food. At first I didn't really want to go as my bank card still hasn't arrived, but I thought fuck it, I had helped Helen putting together her book, so I had the minted mutton... Which was nice.

Snow joke!

It has been so fucking cold over the weekend. Both Laura and Sarah have been away.. Not that I would normally be snuggling up to them for warmth. No no. They'd be the ones to speak to about the boiler packing up. As it happened, May and myself had a lazy weekend and didn't really get out of bed as it was way too chilly!... Sunday it started snowing as I popped over to the BBC to see Whatley and how the Croc Myths were coming along. by the time I'd left it had started to settle a bit, by the time I got back home I was back in bed, enjoying a spot of wind-tunnel with May!.. The Wind-tunnel is a godsend in arctic times! We watched a couple of DVDs and I did some freelance work for Rod the Hip-Hop Sod... By the time we had woken up, the snow had built up making Bethnal Green look like Chamonix.

Britain grinds to a halt during extreme weather conditions and I struggled to get to work, only getting the message not to bother coming in when  I got off the tube at Finchley!.. What a crock!... Oh well, I've got a lot of work to do and at least it's warm at work!

Gramps funeral

So it was Gramps funeral on Thursday... I suppose you could say it went as expected. My dad not thinking of anyone but himself and his wife made it emotional and odd in the same token. A good turn out ensured him a good send off though. It was good to see people I'd not seen for a long time, it just goes to show how respected and thought about he was.

May, myself, Cara and Dom went over to the hospital to visit Grandma after the wake. I was worried that all four of us rocking up dressed in black might alarm her but she took it all in her stride. Even though we didn't mention the funeral, I think she knew. She asked whether we had anything to tell her... I think we were too scared to tell her where we'd come from. Despite this, Grandma was on top form and was making us all laugh with her kooky ways and wild wild hair.

It was a long day traveling to Bournemouth and back in a day, the rudeboys sitting opposite us on the way back didn't help at all, and I felt drained by the time we got back to mine. Heavy day.