There’s nothing quite like losing someone to bring you to down to earth hard. You always think you have more time than you actually have and it’s never long enough to say goodbye.
Last week I lost a friend I loved to bits. Peter was a humble man with a heart the size of a house and a home there was always room for one more in. He always made me feel welcome and wanted and together with the rest of his family, could instantly restore my faith in humanity when it was flagging. As long as there’s people like them in the world, it can’t be such a bad place. Peter faced his death with astonishing dignity, it’s something I will never forget. I still can’t quite believe the next time I call round, he won’t be there. He called me a good friend and I thank him for that from the bottom of my heart.
I found it hard to settle back into work. I’m still not back in the swing of things. Maybe that’s why I’m writing this while there’s a half drawn mural layout lying a few feet away from me that so needs to get done. It won’t get done tonight.
I have been working though to a certain extent and along with my much better half, Jo, we have my online print shop almost ready for action. Just a few wee bits and bobs to do and it’ll be finished. We may even have it up by the weekend. All prints of various shapes, sizes and materials will be able to be bought directly from me once everything’s sorted. That way, every print will pass through my hands and I can vouch for the quality of each and every one. I haven’t had any problems before but I think I’m a little bit of a control freak, especially with my business and I like to make sure everything’s right.
As well as my art, I had something else going on this week to help keep my mind occupied and thinking creatively. The horror-punk band I’m lucky enough to be part of were in the studio recording some songs and preparing for an album. Cadaver Club consists of the aforementioned Jo and my close friends, Matty James and Philthy. It’s a great outlet for us and combines our collective love for old horror films and good sing-along, hand clapping, toe tapping punk. Most of all, it’s FUN and that is the only reason to ever be in a band. It’s too much hard work to not let yourself enjoy it. Does that make sense? Ah you know what I mean.
Until next time, enjoy the company of your friends and realise that right now, you’re making the memories you’ll one day look back on. So make them good ones!