To be honest, I think I came on board quite late during the first round of the ‘Notebooks’ so unfortunately I didn’t really get to graffiti mine for as long as I’d hoped.

Unlike many of the strange and wonderfully quirky examples that have come along since, be they sculpted chamois or clever origami, I used my notebook as just that - a notebook - to note-down notions and doodle doodles that I would later re-visit to hone into future masterpieces that would no doubt ‘wow’ the world. Ironically, although I carried my ‘moleskin mate’ around all day, resting my pint and even my head on it (to capture all those dark whims that float down during the night), I neglected to take pictures for posterity before it was time to hand it over to the powers that be. Alas, I have long since forgotten what marvels are inscribed between its velvety covers - leaving me feeling rather silly and perhaps a little guilty too that my poor little mole had to be skinned in vain.