Arnolfini

I made it back home after tonight's work in progress presentation of The Middle Bit at the Arnolfini, but only just, my legs had pretty much stopped working.

Tonight I learnt an important lesson about pre-performance nutrition having basically run out of energy and gone all jelly legged before the show and thereafter visibly wilting during the post show discussion. Not even managing to get a beer down me before wobbling off.

On Saturday I tried to read all the news in all the newspapers that could be purchased from the newsagents near the Arnolfini. It was part of the We Live Here weekender. I then spent around thirteen and a half hours in the basement sitting in a comfy chair and reading. The results- I was hallucinating mildly after finishing, and had read all I ever want to read on the subject of Snow, had come to the conclusion that the only paper offering any actual news is The Financial Times, the rest are at best simply voyeurism, propaganda, pornography, stupidity, horror, filth and degradation.

What a weekend, it's been great, I have spent most of the last two days inside the Arnolfini in Bristol, watching and performing in their live art weekender: I am still your worst nightmare. My pieces both worked to a certain extent but not in the way i thought they might. Here is a brief run down of some of the performances I saw, in no particular order and utilising the conceit of a system of spurious awards...

The award for...