This time it’s personal…
Well - the uni days are long gone only to be replaced by the twists and turns of freelance web design. No more oldmanvegas (not strictly true) but now the friendly corporate face is omvdigital.
What that does mean though is I can now use this blog for it’s intended initial purpose - not as a repository for uni endeavours (to enable recalcitrant lecturers to mark work online in their pants) but instead as a journal of sorts for me. Fuck facebook status updates and my twitter account frittered out in 2008 - the only way for me is the wordy self aggrandising diatribe on a regular (though irregular) basis.
To recap - in a band (just), married (depending on how much time I spend with said band), a dad (to the question master Goldie) and a freelance designer with my own company (omvdigital). This year I have mostly been working hard and playing harder and forgetting that sleep is actually quite important.
Last week saw 5 back to back 2am to 4am finishes with 9 am workdays culminating with two gigs - and I was close to breaking. So I thought I’d better try and get it down before my double ended candle runs out of wax.
For example - yesterday:
Gigged till 4 am at the barbican Live lounge as the final farewell to our current singer Rosco - which turned out to be a packed shindig though too tired and battered to feel emotional and nostalgic at the end, got dropped to my door by the Hair Bear and slept in the spare bunk beds till 8 am when woken by Goldie. Went on a rainy Easter Egg hunt round Cremyll, came home fed dog and then went up the road to give my ex-DJ and Gert Biggun geezer Aaron’s old man Dave, a lesson on how to use an iMac with a wacom tablet to create art in Photoshop - Dave is an excellent traditional artist and musician but has MS and is becoming less able to use his hands so trying the tablet interface as a means to create art. It feels like I’ve set him on his first tottering steps though. Fed the baby and read her stories - cuddle before bedtime - and before I know it it’s Monday.






