The semi-country sea-change life is great until the water from your rainwater tank turns first purple (kind of exotic) but then black (less so). Even then you can justify it by just saying “it’s natural” and imagining that you’re detoxifying your skin with the blessed natural water and charcoal infusions of the earth mother, Gaia. Even though your face feels sort of weird. Then one day you decide to clean your gutters and realise with horror that you’ve been washing in mud, possum shit and decomposed millipedes who probably secrete some sort of brain dampening poison or something. You want to just stay in a hotel.

Anyway a bunch of shows coming up, as usual. I’m off to Japan and Europe again in July. Should be a hoot. May never come back. YOLO.

Here’s a picture. You all like pictures, don’t you?