The Eyechild

Well, got jerked about royally this week on a booking out in Hertfordshire. After it was changed no less than three times, I turned up only ...

I appear to be turning into a Victor Meldrewish type figure, really. Thwarted by petty beauracracy and nursing a throbbing vein in my temple...

I went into the bank on my lunchbreak today, to cancel a standing order to my housemate who's moving out. (It was for broadband and NTL)...

A girl called Alli I went to uni with back in the primordial mists of time once told me how she and her housemate, high on student life and ...

Well, I wrote a blog post yesterday, but it is currently languishing in simple text format on the desktop of a Mac in central London, so I...

I stumbled across this blog the other day, and was so taken I had to contribute an old pic (just under the merch).

This week I was working out in Sawbridgeworth, in deepest darkest Hertfordshire, which was neither very deep or dark. It actually became a r...

As Gridrunner carves up virgin snow like the new media playboy that he is, and DJ Phaze repopulates forest in Honduras, the Eye has somewhat...

Thursday and Friday I was in for my week overdue booking at an ad agency at the top of Dean street in Soho. It was with some good old boys w...

Today was long. It mostly involved me working on some stuff for the AA – a prompt card and a 12 page booklet thingy that list the stuff you ...

Ahhh fucccck. Sunday was so nice, all really nice food and friends, and now I've got in and can't find my phone. I don't know wh...

I'm working at an ad agency in Covent Garden. Quite enjoying it. Might be more tomorrow and next week, but it's all contingent on th...

Anyone tuning in this morning might have discovered that this blog had reverted to its original and extremely green guise (That's green ...

Or Myspazz, whatever you want to call it, now currently occupies the block of my time who's last previous tenant was Faceparty (evicted ...

I don't pretend to know a great deal about West Indian food, but I am partial to the odd patty. Now, as far as these were concerned my d...

The weekend was ok. Worked at Ogilvy in Canary Wharf on Friday, which was alright. Once again it was in the depths of the studio, which wasn...

You can tell I'm not at work when I'm ressurecting old illustrations for Valentine's day e-cards. I actually received a parcel t...

Well, I got some work, which is good. It's working in the graphics department of a huge multinational human resources consultancy, and b...

RIP. One of my favourite producers, the enigmatic Jay Dee, the guy who produced 'that' Slum Village album, and with credits lacing ...

Today involved more recruitment interviews, this time north of Oxford street or, in 'Noho' if you're a sloganeering hipster (...