Start “Be-frienders” Training

Began another heavy period. Began be-frienders training, but cannot talk about it as everything confidential. Gave others lift to the sure start centre in halifax. Felt like a community taxi service. Thats ok, its good to feel needed and useful.

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Must try not to engage my brain too much. Conversations about semantics perhaps not that helpful to anyone in the room. All a secret though…shhhhhhhhh must not say a thing. I can talk about myself though, that’s permissible. I am only breaching my own confidence then. Talking about boundaries. I went on a babbling mind trip about fences, and perimeters, and borders and boundaries and rules and regulations and ended in a rant about bombs being dropped on Syria. Need to be able to hold in my ideas. MY BRAIN IS EXPLODING with information and it has no-where to go. Oh how I miss my students.

Collapsed into bed, read Naoise the first chapter of The Silver Donkey.


Unfinished installations, tiny budgets – and a feminist punk choir singing Virginia Woolf. The show-per-week project at the ICA stretched artists to their limits. Tom McCarthy, Melanie Manchot, Eva Rothschild and Deborah Coughlin reveal all, Thursday 3rd December, Homa Khaleeli, The Guardian

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