Rob Manuel from B3ta.com phoned me up half an hour ago to see if I was interested in working on a web video viral for a new Sony computer game thats being promoted by a well known viral agency.

There’s no guarantee they’ll use my work, but I get paid regardless, and it’s a nice change from the typical brochure type website that I’m usually working on.

To be honest I’m kinda happy just to be asked to work on this, as I guess it means the odd person must kinda like the videos I’ve made up to now. Had about 60,000 views so far, but in internet terms that doesn’t really count for much.

Anyway, if nowt else it’s a few quid for messing about with some video clips.

Oh and I’ve just noticed my tooth has been slightly chipped from the events of the post below.

I have little pride, nor much of a sense of shame when it comes to making a twat out of myself, hence this post.

I do however have a sense of regret.

I won’t go into too many details of what happened last Saturday night, largely because I can’t.

I have no idea what happened après midnight. I don’t think I got beaten up. I might have hit someone/something as my right hand is badly bruised and swollen. I may have been mugged as I no longer have neither my glasses nor my wallet. All I know is that I lost several hours and ended up waking up in the middle of nowhere inbetween a busy road and a fast flowing river covered in (hopefully largely self inflicted) cuts and bruises. I am honestly surprised that I didn’t manage to inadvertently kill myself. I know for a fact that if I had fallen in the river I would not be here now; I couldn’t get to my feet on regular ground and most definitely could not walk nor talk. It took me about 2 hours to walk a mile back to a mate’s house. I am not sure if someone helped me.

I honestly don’t know whether my drink was spiked; admittedly I had had a bit to drink, but I’ve drunk a lot more in the past and been fine. On occasions when I have had a few too many, and have had the odd blank spot, my memory of the night tends to taper off slowly into a hazy blur. I’ve always realised when this was happening in the past, and have always known my limits.

Last Saturday my memory just stops dead at a point; I more or less instantly and totally lost control. This didn’t feel like just being drunk.

Reading this post may well seem funny to the average visitor. I’ve had many nights out where I’ve made a complete twat out of myself that I am happy to laugh about with hindsight.

However the events of last Saturday honestly scared the shit out of me. I know that it was at the very least partially self inflicted, and am not expecting nor wanting sympathy. All I know is that I somehow fucked myself up for the next three days by consuming what was more or less a typical night’s worth of alcohol.

It has shaken me up a fair bit, and I’ve decided to go tee total for a while.

I am not quite sure whether I have christened this post after the author or his night out.

I decided a while back to change this blog from a vaguely neurotic series of post-mortems for piss ups to more of a content driven feel. My work may be pretty shit, but it’s slightly more interesting than the life of a stranger.

So I’ll start this entry by immediately contradicting myself.

I’ve been working pretty hard over the last few weeks, and have decided to take on a load of freelance work. I received offers from six or seven companies in London, and am starting on a few projects this week - it’s easy money and lack of contact with clients reduces the hassle factor. Work is also piling in at Techdesigns since I redesigned it the other day.

Going to a few gigs this month - Get Cape, Mystery Jets and a John Peel night in Truro. Never was much of a fan of the guy if I’m honest, granted he helped a few bands, but he also played a lot of experimental shite. However, if it’s an excuse to put on a load of half decent bands then it can’t be bad.

I don’t know if it’ll ever see the light of day, but I’ve finally come up with an idea for a collection of short stories. Hopefully I’ll write a bit more frequently now. I may publish some on here if anything I produce is of any worth.

For the want of Jerry Springer final thought, I’ll leave you with this. However shite a band may be, occasionally they might come up with something beautiful. Snow Patrol and Martha Wainwright borrow heavily from Sigur Rós.

Either I’m a victim of an elaborate hoax, or I’ve just been asked by MTV Europe to create a short piece specifically for a new show called “World’s Best”.

They were advertising for ideas, but just contacted me directly; I assume they saw the short clip I recently made, and want something similar.

Apparently it’s paid, but I don’t know how much.

No idea on content guidelines, but I’ve got a few ideas.

I better develop a cleaner sense of humour else mine will be the fucked up clip left on the cutting room floor.

I have ’til Friday. Fuck.