Anyone who reads my column here in the Huff knows I regularly sing the praises of the Disability Arts Scene. I feel it is a place where art surpasses any constraints of impairment and explodes any stereotypes of disability with creativity and output that challenges the mainstream art world to achieve anywhere near it's standard.
I would never try to dissuade anyone with a real interest in the subject from studying visual arts at BA level; it's hugely worthwhile and a thriving undergraduate scene is the lifeblood of the industry. What I would say, though, is that if you have a passion for art and design, but you also have interests and ambitions elsewhere, then don't be afraid to follow those other interests; you might be surprised at how those they come to drive your eventual artistic practice.
In need of a holiday, yesterday I visited all seven of the Canary Islands under one roof! Seven illustrators from across Europe were each sent to travel one of the seven islands for seven days, during July of this year, to illustrate whatever inspired them. The work they produced has formed a captivating exhibit in Shoreditch, #ONTHEDRAW.
Whenever I see Ed Miliband trying to pretend he's a human, I'm always reminded of a particular scene in Mark Tavener's criminally underrated sitcom Absolute Power in which the oily sultan of spin Charles Prentiss (not so much played by as written for Stephen Fry) is sizing up dowdy Tory shadow minister Joanne Standing (basically a pilot version of The Thick of It's Nicola Murray).
Anyone catch that Keane v Vieira documentary the other week? If you've watched any football on ITV recently, you'll have seen national village idiot Adrian Chiles repeatedly flatulating over it like some sort of gammon whoopee cushion, each time turning to simper at sweet-tempered Roy with the distinct air of a man doing everything in his meagre powers to avoid having his intestines used to hoist the boom.
They say that no one understands a good cup of tea quite like the British. Well I can certainly vouch for that as I love a good cuppa. I never start my day without one, I dunk a biscuit into one as the perfect antidote when I'm feeling down, I warm my hands on one on a cold Winter's day, and when I wake up with a hangover on a Sunday morning, my only cure is to make one.