The war's over/ The bells ring/ Memories fading, soldiers slaying/ Looks like geezers raving..

Post shoot squid at Cafe Sintra then across the way to The Grovesner where Mr. TV Smith and a bunch of old punks were playing. MFP spun some discs while a man with a mohican blew chunks into a recycling bin. It all ended in a chicken shop at 5 a.m. Classic night in tha endz. London still amazes me after all these years.

There's blood on the carpet and there's holes in the walls/ It must have been those pills I took...

The soapbox club rocked although microphones and PA should not be allowed. Spent Saturday with The Metros on familiar ground. My crew were ace and staunch as were the two ladies of the house, Mrs and Ms Bright. Couldn't have pulled it off without them all. I am lucky to have such good friends.

Well we come from the farms and the city streets and a hundred foreign lands/ And we spilled our blood in the battle's heat/ Now we're all Americans..

It haunts me with regret I never met your baby girl/ shes an angel on your shoulder helping us to save the world...

Some girl and a famous poet played the Paul Raymond Revue Bar Wednesday. Friday night in the corridor of doom with TK1 and Robbo The Chef. Picture of yours truly and the new KTM superbike by Rhubarb The Clown.

Yes it's eating no it's chewing me up/ It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood..

And "The Blackbird" broke the silence/ As you whistled it so sweet/ And in Brendan Behan's footsteps/ I danced up and down the street...

Alfie came to stay for the weekend and took over the place. It's amazing how much girls love little gay dogs. He was very well behaved though.

I used to sleep at the foot of old glory/ And awake in the dawns early light...

Some Moldova pictures are in the new issue of VICE so attended launch party at the OBL. Shoot up with Dan Annette at the Worx Friday (Arabella brought the knickers) Suffolk convoy canceled so hopefully a mercifully quiet weekend awaits in tha endz.

When he was alive he used to tell me, kid/ I knew when you were born you'd end up snakebit like me...

Any given Sunday and ifarah took me to White Hart Lane to see Spurs obliterate West Ham. Although I really don't care about football I am amazed by professional sports in the live arena. Big thank you to Roberto too for sorting the hospitality. Took Mum and Dad to the bar for lunch today. They were very pleased by the excellent pies and by seeing where their first born spends too much of his time. As predicted I found myself there again tonight sinking a few boat drinks with my brother TK1.

Crawl with me into tomorrow/ Or I'll drag you to your grave/ I'm deep inside your children/ They'll betray you in my name....

Swift pre ICA drinks with TK1, Jo K and Holly. Then fun shoot with Voodoo Peroudoo at Big Sky. The Schelped to Uxbridge Road to see number one single/album sensation Duffy with J Ol.