I joined fellow CSM students at Millbank yesterday to see the Tate Triennial. I enjoyed Tacita Dean's Russian Endings and wondered about the original postcards at their source. What odd postcards!
When I am not thinking about my work, I have to admit to being totally obsessed at the moment with training my dog, an 11-month labrador puppy called Junzi. I took him to gundog training on Friday (you don't have to have a gun or want to use one) and he was the class dunce. It was a totally traumatic morning during which Junzi behaved so appallingly that I ended up totally embarrassed. The other dogs were all near perfect – and no doubt their owners – all kitted out with the right gear – are putting them in for level 1 just for fun.
It was like taking your kid to school and finding out s/he is the worst behaved.
At least this means that the puppy is now a true surrogate kid: a tie, an embarrassment and loads of fun. And I can experience at one remove what it might have been like to have had kids.
