God knows what it would be like if I was single

I think it's justifiable to say that the majority of the time, I'm not the tidiest guy in the world. In fact a lot of the time, I'm plain mucky. Just look at the state I let me desk get into. What. A. Shit. Hole.

Unfortunately, the squalor that is my command centre overruns to my entire room. It's a sty. My dad would say "Andrew", (I get called Andrew instead of Andy when I've been naughty) "This room looks like a bomb site". I always wanted to ask my dad if he'd ever actually seen a bombsite. It's not like there were corpses and rubble strewn everywhere. Not unless I'd had a party at least.

Twenty years later and I'm no different. Except now it's not my dad keeping me in check, it's my girlfriend, Mazz. Unlike my dad though, she doesn't complain; she just helps; which is nice, but it does make me feel guilty, so most of the time I try to keep the place in order, if only because I'm still trying to make the right impression.

Unfortunately though, Mazz has spent the last week snowboarding in Bulgaria jammy git, so things have got a little out of control, and true to form, I sty'd my room right up. But she's back tonight. So what better way to start the week than with an 80's 'cleaning stuff up' montage (thanks to Peter Griffin for the quote).

Unfortunately I had to mount the camera on the back of the door in order to see the whole room, so a couple of times you get a shot of nothing but wall; but then again some people call that art. Yes. I'm an artist, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.