Creative space

I liked building cubbies in trees and forts using mattresses and blankets when I was a kid.
Drove the family insane, I'm sure but I loved it.
I liked creating little spaces for my hens to nest and nice little nooks in the garden where you could sit and think on your own.
I'm still that kind of person.
I like to live in as small a space as possible. When I had the two bedroom flat in Maylands (Chateau Guildford Road Embankment) and was living in it alone, the second bedroom actually lay fallow, spare and unused.
Now I reside in a single bedroom in my Dad's house, surrounded by my worldly goods, books, music, art and ephemera.
It is, to be honest, a shit-heap of crap and a fire hazard. But it's my fire hazard and I love it.
Recently I had a little re-jig of some furniture to create a good space to sit at my computer to improve my posture somewhat. Unfortunately I have a completely impractical desk and chair so I'm still hunched over like a blonde skank in a porn film spit-roast, but it at least has to be better than being slumped on the bed with all my weight on my cox... coks... tailbone.
I rather love my new "creative space".


I know it is bizarre to post pictures of your bedroom wall, as if I was some kind of teenage girl. And yes, I know a 29-year-old should probably be beyond blu-tacking pictures of movie stars on his wall, but fuck it!
It pleases me exceedingly.