First production group meeting today and i’m scared that the group won’t just be disappointed with my efforts but they may threaten me, in a tiny cupboard, with a knife. Like the Chokey. They’re going to send me to the Chokey.

It’s not that i don’t care about this brief, it’s just i feel i am not going to be the creative force for the theme of this at all. I am however looking forward to designing that website so i guess that’s a plus.

I’ve learnt that forcing research is just as bad as forcing yourself to read a biography of Simon Cowell. One of those crappy biographies that are wrote by fans blatantly in love with them. So in that case i guess the only way i’m going to do research is if i meet my subject, meet the maker, spock-five him/her e.t.c. So my new quest this week is to get out more. Even yesterdays trip to Start The Bus, a kinda ‘indie’ cool down with the kids place that’s so cool it eeks ice from fucking Ice Age, made me observe people.

So fuck the internet for once. I’m going outside.