Tea, milk, no sugar

Things have gone very smoothly, though all seems to be a sort of organised panic here at Cornerhouse. I am drinking tea awaiting the arrival of Miss Dover having thrown up my show in under two hours. I look like I have been crying but this is not the case. Luckily I had help getting Pearlville together, people to check the /DVDs and thankfully put up the neon sign. Soon I shall be one of the ranks of artists who have done a bit of neon. Mine is actually a sign, rather than an artwork, but I don't think I will be spared the approbation. Phil Collins' car broke down so he won't be here until tomorrow, his show is painted a similar colour to mine.