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Well, this is embarrassing. On occasion I get an e-mail and I just leave it. Until it becomes far too late. And it would almost be worse to respond... something similar happened here. I was in theory waiting for my new camera to arrive from Santa. And thank you Santa, the camera is truly glorious, I have taken around a million pictures since I got it. Mostly of me at a myspace angle looking smug in utter delight at my glorious camera.


It me around seven years to upload these photos. It means that every time I upload photos, everything I type afterwards is written in a frustrated daze. I think I'm typing, but when I look down I've created an origami swan out of the keyboard. Which is unfortunate really.


Anyway, some news to catch up on. All photos care of my gorgeous new camera...


Punt magazine number 4...

Exchange Market Review

The first ever Exchange Market was on Saturday the 27th and was an amazing success (even if I do say so myself). I say amazing because everything was against us, the weather was vile, driving was treacherous and there was a gigantic anti-IMF protest on which I assumed would scare people away. It turned out to be the saving grace, because once the protest ended we have waves of people coming in and shuffling around looking at our crafty delights. 

My Dad drove me in after going out in his car to scout around and see how bad the roads were, it had to be done, but it struck me as being quite a strange way to see if it was safe. Like jumping off a bridge to see if the bungee cord is working. As a result we were somewhat late for set up, but I am becoming something of an expert at doing these lovely fairs and can set up in roughly seven minutes (including smoke break because I'm so badass).

I had a primo spot right at the front, 

My stall was the first one you saw as you walked in.

Exchange Market today

Last night I woke up because I could hear thunder. Well I didn't wake up, I was still awake thinking about the various things I needed to get ready for the fair and the various things I should have done but didn't etc. Sleep is for people who don't have anxiety disorders.


I decided I was simply wasting my life in a futile attempt to sleep so I got up to watch the lightning that generally accompanies thunder. When I looked out it was snowing. Thunder and lightning and snow. It was amazing, my brother and I ran outside and started sheepishly throwing snowballs about and running around. We just got the genius idea of making a snowman when the asshole asbo children from down the street emerged from their fucking cave and we had to run back in and hide.


Now, it's slushy, manky, icy, scary, grey shite everywhere. Sadly this does not bode well for the Exchange Market... Basically if you feel like braving the sleet do drop by!

Exchange Market

Temple Bar

noon 

Inklude Exhibition Closing Party yo...

We cocked up the opening, but my god we weren't going to fucking let the closing go without a bang! And so I was up at an ungodly hour (lets say 11) to make fifty fairy cakes for the party at 6pm on Sunday. Five different colours and three different flavours. I would have had a better photo of them if they hadn't been savaged within twenty minutes...

Just flicking through the paper...

My Dad was reading the Irish Times in bed and found a little article on the Independents Day zine fair and spotted a name he recognised. There on Page 9 of the Weekend Review section he saw 'Pepper Morrison'. He was so excited he even got up and showed my Mum. I was out and it took her three phone calls to get through to me. They  both think I'm famous.

This is good. People must share my delusions.