Sunday, 27 February 2011

"Persistent disobedience and incurable idleness"

I've very nearly finished volume 42 (the Smash the System issue) of The Idler, nearly two years since it was first published. It's really so very good and somehow sort of manages to confirm almost everything I thought to be true when I was 16/17. Next up is volume 41, the QI issue, which should be quite interesting. I'm looking forward to it.

Below: School, early 1983, and the army was having some sort of gymkhana war jamboree. Not the real army army of course but the pretend army army, made up of the teenage sons of the haute-bourgeoisie, the progeny of farmers, chartered accountants and that. I was expelled the next year for persistent disobedience and incurable idleness which I've always sort of read as being a bit like being expelled for being too happy or for looking at too many existentialist books or what have you. Photograph by Charlie Duggan

Friday, 25 February 2011


We went to the South Bank to meet up with Dora, Luke, Kate and Mike. The sun was shining for the first time this year and you could even see folk in sunglasses. We took a stroll down the riverside, had ice lollies and coffee, and Belle and Dora made carriages of themselves for Luke's train.

Later we happened upon the gallery on the ground floor of the Oxo Tower where me, Belle and Dora invested in some art (mine below left, Belle's below right). Hyemin Park is exhibiting two series of small canvases, one showing objects from Primark, the other from Selfridges. The price of the canvas is the cost of the object illustrated. It's ace! But hurry, the show comes comes down in three days.

**UPDATE** Primark sold out, only Selfridges left **UPDATE**

Thursday, 24 February 2011

City of London Anti-Apartheid Group 1986–1990, part I*

These date from I think Spring 1988 and were taken in a cell beneath West End Central police station — camera, cigarettes, matches, detainees and all — after an occupation of South African Airways on Oxford Circus in which oddly all the demonstrators were arrested but none was ever convicted of any charge.

*City AA series not in chronological order

Wednesday, 23 February 2011

The Roadrunners

There was a spontaneous avant-gardist happening in the store-room on Saturday when Naima came round. Gipsy Hill is awesome for this sort of thing. It was a fairly short event though because the musicians got quite hungry quite quickly. (I tried to upload a short clip but it seems the blogpsot clip uploader is a bit rubbish).

Tuesday, 22 February 2011


This afternoon, a long walk through Peckham with Jasper and Thorin, down the High St, round the Bellenden Road quartier and on through Peckham Rye Park to a parallel cakey universe for coffee and South East London Dads Club and that. Which one is cuter? You decide.

Monday, 21 February 2011

Sunday, 20 February 2011

Il Padrino

We got up super early this morning to get to the christening of Lois and Molly on time. What a lovely day, so very dear indeed. I'm now godfather to both which is a great honour. Obviously I will always be there for spiritual guidance and prayer meetings and all that but I just need Peter and Michelle to remind me when their birthdays are coming, on a sort of twelve-monthly basis really.

Friday, 18 February 2011

Big Stupid Bloody Society Bull Shit

Maybe I'll do a short run of these, say a hundred, limited edition two or three colour screenprint with perhaps a gold foil for the crown, in time for the royal wedding, on some fancy uncoated archival paper and sell them for £1000 each. That'd be pretty big wouldn't it. Massive in fact.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Today is Ass Wednesday

Today's photograph celebrated its tenth birthday last month and shows my auld china plate Russell*, second from right, with pals outside Bow Street Magistrates Court after he was released without conditions from a month on remand, naked, in a segregation cell in Brixton Prison. There's more information at Russell's flickr and you can still read his letter to the Guardian from jail here.

*there are two Russells, I'm talking about this Russell and not this Russell

Tuesday, 15 February 2011

Monday, 14 February 2011

Beware the Ides of February

or Conjugating David Gedge – A "George Best" Miscellany

I must have walked past this doorway thirty times

You can't moan can you

Everyone thinks he/she/it looks daft

We'd better sort this out before I go say something I'll regret

A little bit of what you fancy doesn't do you any good at all

And when they're out with all his friends he just forgets that she's even there

to be continued (probably)