I am working in my new studio. It’s fairly cosy but I haven’t really unpacked. I am trying to catch up on some work. I am busy producing a book and exhibition. Kirsty Cockrill and Bianca Baldi are in Studio 3666 conducting an interview with Robert Sloon. I try to be quiet and take a sip of beer. They finish up and walk over to my side.

They are working on a curatorial project for the AVA, in the very near future. The venture is based on the traditional studio visit model. An interesting but exhausting one. By the time they speak to me they seem pretty tired, but I explain to them that I am in a pretty bad mood and might not be that much fun. They say that it is fine. Baldi whips out a microphone and we begin talking. She is doing a ‘Conversations’ component. I show them some new work but it’s al in the messy phase at this stage, as usual.

After a book meeting with Matthew Partridge we head downstairs for drink at the bar. Wayne Barker is there and is refused service due to reputational inebriation status. He joins me and kick-starts the annoyance process. He wants me to order for him. I smile politely. He slurs a line about how he likes me because I am so pathetic. I smile and order him a coke and a cab. A couple of hours later he gets into the cab.

A friend of mine arrives and tells me all about Jo’burg. She was there on a shoot and did not attend the art fair. But she is of strong belief that the artwork Bruce Gordon has found his new home – the Westcliffe Hotel. I am told that he had dyed his eyebrows a chocolate shade of brown and was proudly showing off a silvery moustache. I would imagine that he could also be wandering around in striped undies, hotel issue slippers and robe. But that’s my fantasy.

Dan Halter arrives and I presume he is back from his trip to the Havana Biennale and Scotland or Ireland. I ask him how it was. He says that it was nice and starts lining up his usual crap on the jukebox. He is with assistant Marc Barben who likes him very much. They bob their heads in sync while customers leave. Barben tells me that I am wearing the same shirt as the day before. I explain that I haven’t showered either.

They leave too.