2012-best year of life so far.
I spent the best week of my life with the Academy of Hypnotic Arts to train to be a hypnotist. 
I had the best birthday party ever and that’s because I have interesting, funny, lovely waster friends.
I have made so many new ones, too.
I’ve gotten to spend the year with my step-daughter and feel a bit what it’s like to be a parent which is attitude changing to say the least.
I got my first artistic mentee.
And I met a girl who is quite a spectacularly unique evolutionary unit.
Now, lets compare last year.
Too, too much death.
Then my Mother dies.
Ensuing estrangement from family.
Stalker.
Break down.
Wife throws me out.
Marriage over.
Solicitors, dissolving proceedings.
The moral of this story is that there is bad, nasty pain and days and sometimes when you don’t think it could get worse, it does.
Conversely, there exist unplanned for happiness and relief from care and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, it does.
2013-if nothing else, this is the year I visit New York.

Yesterday my friend, Amy Waters, the artist, came to visit me in my studio.
Amy Waters is a ray of sunshine in what can sometimes be a gloomy life.
I once visited her house and she showed me her family photo albums.
In every single photo, every member of the Waters family was smiling.
On holiday-smiling!
At home-smiling!
Undergoing brain surgery-smiling!

There was not one sullen pout, not a grimace, not a ‘get that camera out of my face’ look.

There was just pure, beaming happiness on every page.

Being with the Waters could make the Dalai Lama feel like he was a miserable shit.
Everyone should be forced to spend a few hours with the Waters.

They’re a family of natural anti-depressants. 

'Well sometimes I go out, by myself, and I look for Amy Waters…'
Isn’t that what Amy Winehouse sang? 

The Ever Expanding Spirograph of Happiness.