"I TRY TO SCRAPE HIS BABYFACE OFF WITH A KNIFE..." Duncan has updated his blog. If you know him you'll want to read it. If you have no idea who the fuck he is you should read it anyway. I never knew he could write so well - he takes you from Finland to Ethiopia in amazing detail and with a wonderful turn of phrase. Stick it on top of your stuff to read pile. I'm in total fucking awe. I apply four coats of �Broken White� to the gate in the sticky heat. 35*C today. As I am painting I become aware of someone standing behind me. I glance over my shoulder. It is a skinny little kid, maybe 10, holding a giant empty green plastic washtub. I go through the �how are you?� routine which I have now mastered in Amharic. A small silence. I keep painting. In English, he says, �My mother and brother are dead.� I stare at a fly struggling, stuck in the drying paint. Mike is blogging to: Maybe I'll Catch Fire by The Alkaline Trio