Sunday, 30 September 2018

September 2018

For the last few months it's felt like each month has rushed by (while simultaneously containing a LOT)... This month has in some ways felt like a lot too, but also somehow like it has been happening forever...

I mean, on the 1st, we moved house. That happened this month?!

Somehow we have made friends with three people (Matti, Hywel and Helen) who actively LIKE moving heavy things, disassembling and reassembling flatpack furniture, and general teamwork, and we literally could not have done the move without them. After a frantic August of trying (and mostly failing) to DIY/decorate the house in between huge stacks of freelance work and other life stuff, I had been panicking somewhat about our ability to make this happen, but happen it did.

Oh yeah, so I guess it's worth noting we were moving just three doors down the same street. Which clearly helps a huge amount.

On the second, we had a bit of help from our friend Sylvia in the morning and then it was up to us to get the remainder done. We moved a lot slower than the previous day but managed to get the bulk of everything into the new house over that one weekend. Now let's never move again.

There are WAY TOO MANY MUSHROOMS this month and I am entirely not cool with it. Mushrooms have always freaked me the hell out and because of the very particular climatic conditions this year, the valley is dripping with/smothered in/crawling with the things (delete as appropriate for maximum grossness). It wasn't even at its worst when I did this drawing, there are EVEN MORE now

In the last days of August when Justin was away and I was walking Charlie for hours each day while also doing all the house stuff, I developed a larg blister on the sole of my heel. Like, HUGE. Basically the size of my entire heel. I avoided popping it for the longest time because I was scared it was going to get infected, and one of my interim measures to enable me to carry on walking through the pain was to invest in a walking pole to help take some of the weight off. I did eventually pop it with a sterilised needle (which was SO satisfying, and it didn't get infected), but I'd got quite into walking with the walking pole. I feel like a cross between Willy Wonka and an angry middle aged man. Charlie likes it too. Now he understands he's not allowed to pick it up and carry it himself, I use it us a pointer to indicate particularly good sticks to him, which I think he appreciates.

I'm really good at travelling LOL
(Our water went brown the night before I was going which meant there was nothing to drink and I'd already drunk some of it in a cup of tea without noticing so was super paranoid I was going to get ill on the plane which is basically my worst nightmare)

Didn't get ill on the plane but I DO hate flying. I was only going to the Netherlands so would normally get the train, but I have (no surprises) used up all my days off with my main job this year, so needed to find some time efficiencies to make this trip work. Flying was one of them. It was unpleasant, but it got me there, and then I got to go on a double decker train, I LOVE U NETHERLANDS

My destination for this trip was s'Hertogenbosch, or Den Bosch, towards the south of the Netherlands, about half an hour from Utrecht. It is home to the Willem Twee synthesiser studio/lab — an incredible collection of old (50s/60s and more recent) synthesisers. The people behind it have been building the collection for some time now. Back when I was with Alfred in the Netherlands in March, after we parted ways he was headed here for a week long residency before the formal opening later in the year.

This week was that formal opening, and they invited him back to give a talk, run a workshop and put on a show (as well as a chance for him to have some more time working on his own stuff in the studio). I am a huge fan of the Netherlands, Alfred, electronic music, and beautiful machines — so (slightly cheekily) asked if I could join him for this week, promising that I would ABSOLUTELY NOT GET IN THE WAY (and then proceeded to spend much of the time sat far too close to him staring intently at wires and switches and dials and displays just ENRAPTURED with the whole place.)

You can see some pictures of the studio (amongst other things from my trip) here

At the weekend, the city (possibly even all cities in the Netherlands?) were having a kind of 'historic open buildings' day, where most interesting old buildings were opening their doors for the general public to come and explore. This included Willem Twee, and the constant stream of mildly intrigued people passing through gently touching buttons, twisting dials and taking selfies made for a less than conducive working environment (for me as well as him — I'd bought my laptop and was doing bits and bobs of work while awash in wonderful noises). So we decided to make the most of the open buildings and went to see some interesting ones ourselves, incuding very elaborate town hall and some kind of strange secret society dinner club who were very obsessed with swans. We also had some A+++ Dutch fries and satay sauce, damn they do chips well.

Also living in Den Bosch is Jameszoo, who makes very wonderful music. (I was lucky enough to see him live at North Sea Jazz a couple of years ago)
He and Alfred are good friends, and he was kind enough to invite us over to him and his girlfriend's apartment for some drinks, after which we headed to a squat party at THE SWANKIEST SQUAT I'VE EVER BEEN TO. It was actually the squat's 40th birthday celebration (which feels very impressive?), and it was based in an old schoolhouse building. Each person's room was an old classroom, so they were huge, and it seemed like most people had built mezzanine levels, making them even bigger. It was truly lovely, in fact I would very happily have lived there myself... Jameszoo and his girlfriend in fact used to, and one of the lovely guys at the synth lab was living there now, so we were made very welcome. There were about 15 people living there, and I couldn't shake the feeling that in a similar squat in the UK they'd have squeezed at least 40 into the same space. It also seemed like a very accepted and mostly welcome part of the community (well, it must be to have survived 40 years!)... I found the whole thing fascinating and felt so lucky to have been welcomed in and shown such kindness by our lovely Dutch hosts.

I know I keep saying it, but... the last month (or more?) have been so frenetic that, even though going on holiday so soon after moving house was not ideal, it was also PERFECT. Although I was still doing some work while there, I was also very much able to set my own schedule with that. Alfred was very jetlagged after flying in from LA, which didn't entirely ease up the whole trip, and I was just tired from moving house and the previous month's exertions, so I just let myself sleep whenever I wanted to sleep, either with him or while he was out working in the studio, and it was just the most blissful treat to not have to feel bad about that, like I should be doing something else. (I mean, I *did* feel like I should be doing other things, I never even made it over to Utrecht to explore as I'd intended to, but this was all okay)

Vegan food wasn't the easiest to source in Den Bosch, but after a couple of nights in a hotel we had our own apartment near the studio, which meant I could go to Albert Heijn (bit like Tesco) or Ekoplaza (bit like Waitrose but with more of a focus on vegan/organic/wholefood stuff) and stash loads of treats in our fridge.

And then just sitting in the lab, staring entranced at the beautiful displays, hypnotised by the sounds. I cannot overstate how incredibly into this I was. I could have stayed there forever.

A few months back I was lucky enough to meet Gert and Kees, who go by YaYaYa. Their album has been one of my favourites this year, and I met them through Alfred who released it on his label Magical Properties. They're super sweet guys, and headed over for the day to spend some more time in the lab (having been there with Alfred back in March too). Also in town was Wylie Cable. Wylie heads up Dome of Doom, one of my absolute favourite labels out of LA right now. I was lucky enough to briefly meet him when I was at Low End Theory in LA back in May. He was on a trip round Europe promoting his new release 'Buried at Sea' (ALSO one of my favourite albums this year), and Alfred invited him to come and see the synthesisers and meet Gert and Kees. Again, I very much did not want to be in the way but also these people are all GREAT, and it was such an honour and a priviledge to lurk for a while and hear the sounds they made in the lab. We also ate a load of fries and yoghurt, and I learnt lots about of interesting things about The Netherlands, the music industry, and much more besides...

I had one more day of happily wandering around Den Bosch while Alfred ran a workshop all day, and then the following day it was time to head back to the UK (with a brief stopover in Amsterdam), to my half-unboxed new house, feeling thoroughly refreshed (but possibly a bit too in love with the Netherlands and excited about synthesisers)

Bought back loads of vegan stroopwaffel as a gift for Alex and then ate most of them myself because I am a BAD PERSON

Barely home for a day, because of the bloody train strikes, what should have been a single day tabling at Leeds zine fair had to turn into a THREE DAY TRIP as there were no trains on the Saturday. Thanks so much to wonderful Joe and Amy for hosting me (and Gareth for pizza catchup)

Leeds zine fair was bangin’ though. This year it was in Leeds Kirkgate market, which is much more central and meant a busy day full of lovely people (including hellos from my old school friend Helen and new internet friend Daisy, which was a super lovely bonus). Footprint did a brilliant job running it and making their riso printed 'zine in a day' with contributions from stallholders and guests (mine here, the backdrop of which forms this visual diary!). I was pretty knackered but had some lovely dinner with Joe and then went back to their place and just listened to jazz and stroked a cat and felt thoroughly contented.

So I can't remember if I mentioned, but I stopped running. Because I bloody hated it. I persisted for like, a year and a half, but it just never got fun, and in all the stress of August I was like 'WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF I COULD JUST STOP'... So I did. And it's been bliss. But I have grown quite attached to my running-assisted-slightly-hot-bod, so probably still need to do some kind of exercsise. So uh, adult ballet? (Aparently we have to call it that to make it clear that I'm not in a class with four year olds). It's actually less of a physical workout and more of a stretching/balance/core workout, but, real talk, I probably need that just as much, and as I have absolutely zero desire to do pilates or yoga, this is more fun. Plus I really miss hip hop dance from Brighton and this is NOT THAT but until Hebden Bridge has a hip hop dance class this will have to do.

(This is why I need that whole 'exercise' thing. Drew this while watching GBBO with Justin)

It may have been to procrastinate a stressful phonecall, but I hugely appreciate any and all attempts/successes at DIY that Justin and Alex make, because I HATE IT

I've definitely had a fair amount less work on this month which, while not sustainable in the long run, has meant that rare and unusual thing of... leisure... time? I mean also kind of no because I've filled every moment of leisure time with personal projects (like making another podcast YAY) or house stuff, but still, there has been a little more time for just... cuddling the dog. Watching cheese melt under the grill rather than feeling obligated to spend that melting time frantically putting on some laundry, or hoovering, or cleaning surfaces. Etc.

We will NEVER TRULY KNOW what is going on in his little doggo brain. (And I may never truly be able to draw him well)

Learned how to make chapattis, this is DANGEROUS KNOWLEDGE I can just make bread happen in like 10 minutes without going to the shop?!?! (Really unhealthy bread. Mmmmm.)

Rachel came over for dinner and I made a yummy thing. Yay!

Spent way too much money at Ikea, uh oh

My hair is getting very long now. Trying to get more experimental with fancy braids. Alex described this one as 'evil aunt from a Disney movie' and I'm into it

The Quakers are LOVELY and despite having been going to their church for like a year and a half, I have been utterly terrible at being social and staying behind afterwards and making friends. Some of them persist with me though, in a way that is utterly sweet and wonderful (especially Catherine, who is so very kind about my 'art' — I still lol a little inside whenever anyone calls me an artist but I GUESS IT'S TRUE?)

Anyway, September is finally done and I have NO PLANS for October, let's see whether this is good or whether I just get sad really quickly. (I'm already craving another adventure, what have I become?!)

Friday, 31 August 2018

August 2018

I feel like I'm cheating a little here. I always write these blogs on the last day of the month (or the first day of the next), but here I am on the THIRTIETH like some kind of cheat (at this entirely arbitrary game I have made for myself).

We have a guest tomorrow, and then over the weekend we're MOVING HOUSE what... So I figured I might not have time.

Might not have time. Story of my August, let me tell you.

Anyway, don’t wanna get all mopey on you, but autumn’s coming. (I do love heather though)

This is a really really terrible drawing, but let me tell you about this day — ages ago I made an arrangement to go hang out with an old school friend of mine who lives in Leeds who I hadn’t seen in nearly 10 years (Hi Helen!)… It then turned out that my friend Paul was having the opening night of his exhibition in Manchester the same evening. Sure, Leeds and Manchester are pretty close right, and I live in between the two, sweet. Oh, and a client asked me if I’d come for a meeting in Leeds the same day so WHY NOT, EH.

Anyway, what resulted was a super intense day of a meeting which has proceeded to launch me into one of the most stressful, time consuming (but mostly fun) freelance projects of my career so far… Followed by an absolutely lovely catch up with Helen, and then a train dash over to Manchester to catch Paul’s wonderful riso-printed brutalism opening night. He does great work, and this illustration was my very poor late night attempt to vaguely emulate that. I am ashamed of how bad it is, but ho hum.

House stuff rumbles on, time to buy carpets. I got VERY EXCITED about having roads and railways on the office floor but was thwarted by them not anticipating that anyone would want to carpet a room that large in it. Still bitter. (At this point I truly believed I could have it and was very excited)

So here’s the theme for this month. August is the time when work at my main job gets absolutely the busiest. One of my main freelance clients is also in the education sector, so things get busy there too. Also aforementioned large new job for large new client. Also August is the month me and Alex go to Nine Worlds. Also we’re renovating this house. Also we’re moving house. Also I have a border collie. Also I have to continue to feed us all and keep the house clean (that last one has slipped, let me be honest — it’s very hard to summon up the motivation to clean when you know you’ll be leaving soon…)

Hard no to moths, thanks very much.

Also a long time ago, before I knew how busy I’d be, agreed to go meet internet friend (and IRL friend of Alex’s) Daisy in Bradford for a curry. I’m very glad I made the time to actually go because she is GREAT, and we had a lovely dinner. On my way home from the station I bumped into the whole Happy Valley Pride crew celebrating the first night of events this year, and got a very welcome ego boost of having them all gather round and tell me how happy they were with all the materials we’ve worked on together this year (I’ve been doing their stuff this year and last, and am delighted to work with them!)

I really hate painting. Really really. But after a lot of procrastination, and timed to fit with one of my favourite radio shows, I pushed ahead and did my room. I hated every moment of it but appreciated the sense of progress (and nice music).

Me and Alex loaded up all our bags and suitcases with boardgames and headed down to run the boardgames lounge at Nine Worlds! (Well, Alex does much more of that than me to be honest, I am mostly there for moral support, moderate packhorse abilities, and a nice free hotel room in central London for a couple of days)

This is a bad drawing of a particular feeling. When you return to a place that you'd forgotten had a strong emotional memory attached to it, and it washes over you like an unexpected wave as you round a corner.

Took myself to the Westfield shopping centre because I love shopping probably more than I should, and have far fewer opportunities to indulge these days. I'm not actually sure I'd ever been to a mall that huge/fancy before, was genuinely quite struck by it's architecture! Then back to the boardgames.

Important reminders.

It's brochures time! (I think I do a drawing like this every year). After a fun weekend at Nine Worlds, I headed back down to Brighton for a fun (but frantic) few days in the office getting this years brochures wrapped up.

Saw a cool caterpillar.

Got a tattoo. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I decided to just DO IT. I’m 30 now. I can make these kinds of rash decisions. (Right?)
I’d been looking for an artist who worked in the style I wanted (relatively delicate blackwork with a specialism in botanical stuff), and happened to find the perfect person the previous time I was in Brighton. I commissioned her to create an illustration and it was exactly what I wanted — various plants that have meaning to me… One of the main ones was Brambles because I feel like I’ve spent much of my life stumbling through them, existing alongside, and as a child so much joy and excitement from going out picking blackberries each autumn…. I also feel like I broadly relate to them as a person — kind of stubborn and spiky and sometimes doesn’t know when to stop/go away, but also very productive and motivated and with small elements of niceness/prettiness in amongst the tangles. Also honeysuckle, which I’ve always loved the smell/look of, and it was one of my Nan’s favourite flowers. Poppies were another of my Nan’s favourites, and as a child I always enjoyed elaborately disassembling them and studying how they were put together. A couple of others in there too, just general British hedgerow stuff. In the last year or two I’ve been forced to re-embrace my childhood fascination with nature and the countryside. Somewhat against my will but it reminds me where I come from. Anyway, it’s all a tangle of thoughts, and as much as anything I just wanted something beautiful, and I'm happy that's exactly what I got. I really love it and it feels strange now to imagine my body without it — it’s quite large for a first tattoo, most of my upper left arm running down to my lower arm, but I didn’t want to do things by halves.

Anyway, it really didn't hurt that much and I actually quite enjoyed the process!

Then, home.

Home for FEELS (possibly hormonal)

Still panicking about my complete failure to make any meaningful progress on painting any of the house apart from my room, a bunch of wonderful friends came over to help us for a day. Heroes, all.

Even if I do NOTHING ELSE this year, I still feel like this is true.

More, ugh, no, ugh, etc

(For context, at this point I was working approx 9 hour work days, walking Charlie for at least 2 hours, and trying to squeeze in as many frantic hours of painting as I could around all of this)

I wish to go out of my way here and state that I am not normally like this. But sometimes a perfect confluence of hormones, tiredness, anxiety and general background stress combine that enable me to ENTIRELY CONVINCE MYSELF that I’ve offended someone beyond repair. Bloody read receipts.

Did I mention I'm very busy? Well yeah, somehow I also found time to make my first ever radio show/podcast this month too (mostly I want to learn a little bit more about how all of this stuff works, plus I love choosing music and mashing it together. I'm under no illusions that many people will want to listen, but if you do, you can find it here, and if you're into it, I'll be doing more.)

I like this one so much I might redraw it and turn it into a screen print to hang on my wall.

Alex saw this one and said ‘I really like it. You’re so SENTIMENTAL’
Lol. I have a very conflicted relationship with nature/the countryside, okay? (Also from Alex ‘I can’t believe you hate the countryside so much and yet you just got a load of it tattooed on you’)

A couple of days ago I heaved the entirely of mine and Alex’s record collections over to the other house. It was a LOT and I want it to be held on the record that I did this [strong arm emoji] (and then did this very satisfying drawing while watching the Great British Bake of in what felt like one of the chillest hours I've had this entire month)

Oh yeah, this weekend I managed to get a massive blister on the SOLE of my HEEL, what could I possibly have done to deserve this. Anyway, I just had to keep going, because Justin's away and Alex isn't doing so well at the moment, and it obviously proceeded to get worse, to the point where this morning I was concerned I wouldn't be able to walk Charlie at all. But you know what, I cut a donut shaped piece out of a maxi pad, stuck it around the blister, wore my cushioniest shoes and bought myself a WALKING POLE (it's over, I am middle aged), and things are going okay. (Also, Alex managed to do a short walk and a friend of ours came and helped out too, so hopefully that's been enough rest that I'll be better soon)

Goodness knows I'd better be, because we're moving house this weekend and then I'm going to THE NETHERLANDS!

Hi September.

Wednesday, 1 August 2018

July 2018

I LOVE SUNSHINE and in much the same way that every other drawing I do in winter is about how much I hate rain, so it feels like every other drawing this month is about how happy I am that it's not raining. Sorry for being just the worst British-person-talking-about-the-weather cliché

This text is made out of some beautiful marbled paper remnants from my dear friend Lucy, the clever hands and brain behind Marmor Paperie!

I went into Manchester for the evening to catch my first ever Flim Nite — ‘a distorted adaptation of a popular film, retold through theatre, comedy, poetry and/or music’. I’ve been aware of these nights for a long time, having been following one of the creators in Twitter for years, but this was the first time since moving closer to Manchester that I’d managed to make it along. (Thanks to Kim for coaxing me…) This month was Men In Black, an old favourite of mine, and I have a whole new way of thinking about it thanks to some of the… unusual interpretations on offer

Some days are very mundane but also very good, and this was one. (Side note, I've had these gross skin tags on my neck for years — you've probably never seen them because I ALWAYS WEAR SCARVES no matter what the weather — and I got them burnt off with a hot wire at minor surgery, and let me tell you it was up there with getting ears syringed as one of the most grotesquely satisfying medical procedures out there)

Every Wednesday I go to the local creative co-working space the Egg Factory for a shared lunch. Most weeks the food's lovely, some weeks it's just three of us with some stale bread and a jar of mystery pickles, and some weeks it's EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD — this was one of the latter weeks.

Sometimes I walk one of our neighbours dog Nancy. She's great.

Exciting things: 1) Hannah came to visit for the first time in years, and she always has the best goss (this time was no exception) 2) I did an open studios event for the first time, so I guess I've 'made it' now? 3) We got a rice cooker and it's VERY GOOD

The Hebden Bridge Open Studios were on for Friday, Saturday and Sunday. For a small town Hebden Bridge has a LOT of artists. Unlike in Brighton where these events tend towards open houses, (although there was always New England House studios too), in Hebden Bridge it's mostly artists working out of large collective studios in old mills. I was hosted by the aforementioned Egg Factory where I'm a member, along with Rachel (with her amazing stick and ink drawings), Amy (screenprinting maestro and signmaker extroadinaire) Hannah (who makes amazing weird sculptures out of chairs) and Pippa (who makes paper cuts more detailed than you can even imagine), lovelier folks you could not wish to meet.
After the Saturday day, we had a lovely barbecue in the sun outside the Egg Factory with all of us and our friends, and we sat outside until like NINE and didn't even get cold, the DREAM

Our friends Chris and Mel invited us over for dinner and fed us the most delicious vegan paella EVER (I mean, it happened to be vegan, it was the most delicious paella I've ever had full stop). I also got lots of interior design ideas/aspirations from their very lovely place.

I feel like when I was younger it was a lot easier to shift between different 'looks'. Now, when I wear clothes that don't fit with the aesthetic I've formed for myself, I feel weird and sad and uncomfortable, even if I really like the clothes in principle.

As part of our ongoing rice adventures, we made sushi for the first time ever. It was very badly made because none of us had any idea what we were doing, but also DELICIOUS which is what matters.

I had a craving to go on an outing, so I went on a day trip to nearby Saltaire...

"Saltaire was built in 1851 by Sir Titus Salt, a leading industrialist in the Yorkshire woollen industry. Salt built neat stone houses for his workers (much better than the slums of Bradford), wash-houses with tap water, bath-houses, a hospital and an institute for recreation and education, with a library, a reading room, a concert hall, billiard room, science laboratory and a gymnasium. With the combination of quality housing, employment, recreation, educational facilities and social services the model town represented a landmark example of enlightened 19th century urban planning."

Basically, it's a super cute weird little town with loads of unusually giant/regal public buildings, and in the height of summer, it's absolutely beautiful. The old Salts Mill is also now home to a very large collection of David Hockney's art, including his recent ipad drawings of spring which have been printed off at huge scale and look incredible.

As you all know, nearly this whole month has just been glorious weather wise, and I just strolled round this place in the sun feeling thoroughly contented for an afternoon. Treats!

One of my favourite things about summer is how all the cats hang around outside. You don't see cats out and about in winter and that makes me sad.

'The boys'

I mean, google this if you're interested I guess. It's certainly helped me, I am VERY easily distracted and quite bad at staying on task for long. I'm far from perfect at this, but just trying has made a huge difference.

The windows have finally gone into the roof of our new house. I tried to paint the bright sun shining in onto the plaster and plasterboard (but my painting skills still have a long way to go)

I travelled up to Edinburgh to visit our friend Jess, who I hadn't seen since she moved away from Brighton a few months before we moved up north, so probably a couple of years now. Her and Ryan also live with two of my favourite doggos out there, Stompy and May, who I used to hang out with a lot when we all lived in Brighton. It was lovely to see them again. Stompy is old now though. Which is disconcerting.

Jess was part of the team organising the first Edinburgh Anarchist Feminist bookfair, and she asked if I'd oversee the zine table and sell some of my zines. I'm probably feminist enough but definitely not anarchist enough, so felt like a bit of an imposter, but everyone was very nice and lots of people bought my silly things, so it was a worthwhile outing.

RIDICULOUSLY, given that I now live right in the middle of the country, so travelling from end to end shouldn't be something I do any more, I then got the train from Edinburgh all the way down to Brighton, via London. Luckily I like trains. I stopped in briefly to Somerset House en route, who were hosting Process, a weekend of zine related exhibits and talks and workshops and stalls. It was pretty good although I wish I'd had a bit more time to actually go to some of the specific things that were part of it.

And then, Brighton. My love!

I stayed with my friends Kris and Jonny who live out near Patcham. That meant a 30 – 45 min bus journey into work each morning, which is fine, fun even, but damn... 8am and already 23+ degrees, those buses got SWEATY

I LOVE HEATWAVE. Kept getting really annoyed with everyone being all 'oh, wish it would rain' — NEVER

Look, I know it's all global warming, I know everything's fucked, I know this is the beginning of a long, slow, painful end, and it's only going to get worse, but I am going to bloody well enjoy it while it's still tolerable.

Oh yeah, I'm getting a tattoo soon. Mentioned to my senior designer that I might be having a 1/3 life crisis and he was like '1/3? You'll be lucky!' which was HELPFUL. I fully intend to live until 90.

I am not ready for it to rain again, but obviously Hebden Bridge has other ideas.

I mean I'm pretty certain Charlie ALWAYS wants a walk, but what if I'm wrong?!

For Justin's birthday I made him a gift that was a zine containing all the visual diaries he's ever appeared in since I started doing this 5.5 years ago. It nearly caused him to have a full nostalgia breakdown. I guess this drawing can be the first in the updated volume I'll make for him in a few more years... (I still can't draw him to look like he actually looks though)

Mum and Dad came to visit, and me and Alex went to see Chk Chk Chk (!!!) at the Trades Club in the evening. It was one of the sweatiest shows I've ever been to. There's been a lot of that this month though. And I am A-OKAY with it.