Conference in my old manor

What a lovely mix. Ffi and Hanna,  who I’m thrilled to have brought to the attention of D3. Then Cam and Joe who I met in Saudi back in the day, solid lads and we all pulled hard together to legitimise what was almost certainly wishy washy moneytimes. “We packed down everything so carefully, there’s no way they could have hidden drugs in that pack,” says Cam, and I know it. When I wasn’t driving I was ruining my hands with those lads, rolling and unrolling those unforgiving tents. Everyone on that Global Crew was honest and straightforward.

The primary scientist on the legacy project fired every single corruption alarm I have ever had. He was the embodiment of “scientists say” when the scientists say things that are specious and unscientific but that meet the desires of whoever is paying them. I know scientists well, I stay close to my brother Max and he gives a fuck and keeps company with people who give a fuck. It would be incomprehensible for him to deliver bad science in order to serve some sort of social or profit driven agenda. He is the perfect brother for me and my magical thinking and my work in corrupt industries. None of that crap makes sense to him. I need that grounding from time to time.

There’s a little square of green about one minute from my bed where I used to pretend to be a mini golf world champion for a delightful mad treasure hunt. Someone even dobbed me in once for suspicious activity. This part of London, it used to be full of people, it has become a desert. The fact the police were called cos of some benign idiot with a load of golf clubs?! In Brixton for every few square meters there are three people on different substances and one person carrying. But… London is London and I’m thrilled to be back here, connecting with all this stuff.

I took a photo of my little lawn. Here’s where I would set up a mini golf course and make people play competitively.

At a broke time in my life, that was a hugely helpful and welcome project. And I feel very comfortable with my life as it has fallen out. And today I’m working with D3 who, after Kester introduced me to them, have brought great joy into my life. I’m happy to have helped them find good workers in London, and the work they’ve given me has helped me make sense of what’s possible. Long may my friends keep being employed by them, and me as well.

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