Short dated entries from studio nights, volunteer shifts, and the awkward logistics that sit between creative work and south London streets. Newest first.
I moved a pair of nearfields and a crate of printed Na'vi drills between Catford and a Battersea hall. Labelling by weight made the handoff calmer, and the night still started on time for learners who arrived with only notebooks.
A market surplus run overlapped with a vinyl post-shift tidy. Soft crates for produce, rigid crates for sleeves: simple rule, fewer bruised tomatoes and fewer warped jackets.
Friends donated photocopied grammars that needed a dry ride to the studio. Year-only note: through 2023 those pages fed the Tower of Babel index whenever rain cancelled outdoor volunteering.
Tour tees and charity raffle prizes shared the same hallway. Learning to stage boxes by pickup window kept both causes happier than a last-minute scramble.