Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Oh not that again.
Actually I'm just going to stick to last years which is simple: try and smile more generally. The other one I always start and then fail within a day or too is just do it meaning if the hammer is in the shed and I'm trying to hang something on the wall, go and get it, don't do it with a shoe or a cup which will not work.
I was trying to find, and the net failed me this time, a memorable piece of performance art film we saw in the Ikon gallery in Birmingham years ago. It was a of a man trying to drill a hole in a wall and the cord was . . just to short to reach. So instead of going to find an extension lead it became a eternal loop of him plugging drill in, reaching for spot on wall and plug coming out. Human behavior, or mine anyway.
Anyway this year will be different. I've already cleaned the tidemark off the bath where I washed the dog some time ago, and hoovered behind the TV: life is good. Next I will unearth stuff in the bowels of the in-tray and make all those phone calls that I should have done last week — tomorrow.
Here is one of my favourite ads to replace the drill man.