25th January

A good day, very well used. Woke early, some nightmares but nothing too sinister, got to school on time and went straight to it. Worked on the baseball bats all day. Stopped to discuss the Quran once more with Hammam. I said I would use a brass plaque instead of the Quran, Hammam said "Why censure yourself".

At lunch I fixed my wing mirror previously kicked off my car by local "Hoodies". Super glued all the pieces I could find back together and left to dry. I finished the first four bats and then cut out and glued the next three. Started to take step by step pictures of the process behind the making as I think it is worth noting and presenting back later in the form of a series of stills or a DVD maybe.

I had set my alarm for 3.30 to let me know when to leave. I finished the gluing and clamping of the last three bats and then cleaned up. I create so much debris and dust making these bats that my very good friendship with Dave the technician is being stretched to breaking point. Everything is left covered in a thick dust and there is little or no ventilation, essentially I am killing Dave slowly and he doesn’t like it.

As I stepped out of the building the alarm went off to tell me I should be leaving the building. The weekends events were now well behind me.

Home, work, home and dipping into "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" a book I had previously read whilst writing my Politics dissertation on the anarchist movement within the Spanish Civil War. So much time had elapsed since then and so much had happened in my life that I came to this work anew and fresh. I should have started earlier.

I put the book down and willed what little power I had left to help me watch the start of some film with Matt Damon in, playing a conjoined twin for laughs. The truth of which is that there were some laughs, although very juvenile.