Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration. It’s not exactly nothing you’re made of, but it’s really not much. As you know, we’re made of atoms and the atom is a big load of nothingness with a tiny nucleus and a few electrons spinning round it.
If the nucleus of an atom was the same size as a grain of rice and it was sitting in the middle of an empty football stadium, the electrons would be spinning around the outer reaches of the atomic stadium…
I’ve known quite a few of my friends from school and every time we go out drinking we always have a portion (most) of the night talking about the good old days, so I thought if we’ve talked about it for 40 years then maybe other people might be doing the same.
Here’s a few cartoons I’ve called ‘Back in the day’
I’m writing this using my feet, sitting on the roof of my house, wearing a Viking hat. It’s a bit windy and my laptop is difficult to balance on the roof apex, but I don’t care, I can get more done up here.
So let’s talk about time, because someone has moved the earth closer to the sun and messed up the length of our year. It’ll soon be Christmas… again and a week definitely isn’t a week anymore. So why does time speed up the older you get?
When I’m painting I like to listen to Radio 4 in the hope that a tiny bit of cleverness will squeeze through my ears and stay. It hasn’t so far but I live in hope.
Today I listened to The Infinite Monkey Cage podcast, I like a bit of popular science and everyone loves Brain Cox explaining stuff. They were discussing the world outside our heads and how we interpret it.
As an artist you pretend you’re good at seeing things, the real details that other people might miss.
On a recent trip to New York I was struck by a revelation – London cab drivers are the greatest cab drivers in the world.
New York City, USA – 11.30pm (4.30am GMT). We’d been on a plane nearly eight hours, we’d taken a bus from JFK Airport and we were outside the Port Authority Bus Terminal on 8th Avenue at the corner of 41st Street. It was raining. New York, from this angle, was a valley of steaming streets and shuffling dark doorways.
That’s one thing I can’t afford to happen – my brain getting smaller and thicker. It reached its peak in both respects years ago. So before I entered the enlightened world of mindfulness, I dug deep into science to see if this ridiculous headline is true.
Spoiler alert – it is.
So quickly, open your lids, un-zen yourself and read on.