Thursday, 30 June 2011

Cops surround public sector tent that threatened to strike

Photo by Dom Shaw, taken in Trafalgar Square, London, this morning at 8.40am. Says Dom: A 'drink aware' campaign run by the health department and planned months ago tried to set up their Homebase pagoda and stall on the day of the strike causing several hundred bobbies to descend on it as if it were a seditious protest and demand its dismantlement. Bless.

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Josef Albers' LP covers

Some of the record sleeves designed by Josef Albers. It's not my photograph and I forget where I found it. Mi scusi.

L'bon Dieu dans la Merde (reprise)

Encore une fois avec passion..... c'mon missus, you know the words!

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

L'bon Dieu dans la Merde

As sung by the anarchist Ravachol (born François-Claudius Koenigstein) on the walk to the guillotine at Montbrison Prison, 11 July 1892 at the age of 32. They cut his head off just before the last verse. His full story, if you read French, is here or, in English, here.

You can see all the artwork from the original gatefold sleeve here and for this song here. All thanks to Yasmine Bourhane

Né en nonante-deux, Nom de dieu !
   Mon nom est Pèr' Duchesne.
Marat fut un soyeux, Nom de dieu !
A qui lui porta haine, Sang-dieu !
Je veux parler sans gêne, Nom de dieu !
   Je veux parler sans gêne.

Coquins, filous, peureux, Nom de dieu !
   Vous m'appelez canaille.
Dès que j'ouvre les yeux, Nom de dieu !
Jusqu'au soir je travaille, Sang-dieu !
Et je couch' sur la paille, Nom de dieu !
   Et je couch' sur la paille.

On nous promet les cieux, Nom de dieu !
   Pour toute récompense,
Tandis que ces messieurs, Nom de dieu !
S'arrondissent la panse, Sang-dieu !
Nous crevons d'abstinence, Nom de dieu !
   Nous crevons d'abstinence.

Pour mériter les cieux, Nom de dieu !
   Voyez-vous ces bougresses,
Au vicair' le moins vieux, Nom de dieu !
S’en aller à confesse, Sang-dieu !
Se fair' p'loter les fesses, Nom de dieu !
   Se fair' p'loter les fesses.

Quand ils t'appellent gueux, Nom de dieu !
   Sus à leur équipage,
Un pied sur le moyeu, Nom de dieu !
Pour venger cet outrage, Sang-dieu !
Crache-leur au visage, Nom de dieu !
   Crache-leur au visage.

Si tu veux être heureux, Nom de dieu !
   Pends ton propriétaire,
Coup' les curés en deux, Nom de dieu !
Fous les églises par terre, Sang-dieu !
Et l'bon dieu dans la merde, Nom de dieu !
   Et l'bon dieu dans la merde.

Peuple trop oublieux, Nom de dieu !
   Si jamais tu te lèves,
Ne sois pas généreux, Nom de dieu !
Patrons, bourgeoises et prêtres, Sang-dieu !
Méritent la lanterne, Nom de dieu !
   Méritent la lanterne.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Saturday, 25 June 2011

Internettery schminternettery

Our internet is down so I'm in a dark, dingy internet caff in Crystal Palace with the flotsam and jetsam of these parts. Mi scusi to everyone who is waiting for email or skype from me, it may be a few days yet. British Telecom is so rubbish. For that matter all the formerly nationalised utilities are rubbish. British anything is rubbish. British Gas is rubbish. British Rail is rubbish. British Petroleum is rubbish. The British National Party is rubbish. British Leyland is rubbish. The British Academy of Film and Television Awards is rubbish..... Bof alors.

Friday, 24 June 2011

Workers of the world: Relax!

A sort of 10-point plan for the London Assembly along Situationish lines. Subject to consultation, of course.

1/. Mothball the Olympics. Convert what is possible into social housing, allow the rest to go to seed — soon to be picturesque ruins.

2/. Slash and cap wages for mayor and senior bureaucrats. Raise wages for lowest paid city workers. In the abstract this could be say around £40,000 at the very highest and around £20,000 at the lowest, on a sort of Ben & Jerry's model, then.

3/. Cut fares on public transport by around 50% wherever possible. Increase volume of trains and buses. Raise congestion charge on 4x4s and other off-road type vehicles to £100 a day. Reduce congestion charge to £5 a day for regular family-type cars. Rapid acceleration of phasing out the bendy bus.

4/. Repeal discriminatory legislation against the homeless in Westminster.

5/. Provide amenities, sanitation etc for the permanent peace protest in Parliament Square.

6/. Lots of stealth taxes on the City of London.

7/. Reinstate all Lollipop people and other council workers recently fired by councils implementing government cuts. Cancel all bonuses across all London councils. Find sustainable ways of reducing spending that do not inflict pain and misery across the capital. If that is not possible then just spend more, whatever it takes.

8–10/. TBA

Thursday, 23 June 2011

Construisons la 5ième Internationale Situationniste!

Mais cette fois laissez les textes soient moins verbeux*

I recently came across this quite excellent piece in The Guardian about the Best Party in Reykjavik, which I thought was really very cheery indeed, as well as this other quite excellent piece in The Telegraph about the fully comprehensive idiocy of the burqa ban in France (does anyone else remember the Loi Toubon here? It's almost as if there is nothing you can't legislate against in France, or the UK for that matter, but I sort of digress). Anyway, at the risk of sounding foolish, I thought for perhaps the first time in quite a long time: Wow, maybe everything is possible after all.

More on this later, probably..... Vive la Tendance Fauteuil!

*Let's build the Fifth Situationist International! But let the texts be less verbose this time..... Long live the Armchair Tendency!

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Father's Day

It was the best Father's Day since, since when, since around 2001 maybe...... dairy-free sorta-Simnel cakes, hand-made executive deluxe card and presents all round, thanks chaps, you are the best!

Father's Day is a load of auld rubbish though, isn't it? I'm not sure of the exact details but I think Mother's Day is a tradition since at least the Industrial Revolution when kids were let out of the mills, factories, Gap sweatshops, workhouses and churches to go and visit their auld lady. Father's Day was invented by I think Hallmark™ in the late '50s as a means to sell more greetings cards.

I can't confirm that on Wikipedia however as the entries for both Father's Day and Mother's Day appear to have been written by the Hallmark™ PR team. But I have no doubt that any number of gentle readers who know this stuff properly can put me right on the matter.

Monday, 20 June 2011

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

Oh look, wow, I was there too.

Photos by Simon Murray and just sort of co-opted wholesale off the internet by me

Sunday, 19 June 2011

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

Friday, 17 June 2011 continued......... some c-text: it was approximately the 25th anniverary of the start of the Non-Stop Picket of the South African Embassy in Trafalgar Square by the City of London Anti-Apartheid Group, it was also 35 years and one day since the Soweto Uprising/s.

Some of our people were just kids in those days and some of our people are not with us any more. Around 40 auld comrades made it including in order of appearance: Daniel J, Simon M, Jay C, Georgina L, Addy P, Alwyn T, Paul M, Ruby N, Irene M, Richard W, Helen M, Gavin B, Sharon C, Cat W, Richard R, Deirdre H, Gary L, Selman A, Nicki J, Sousa, Patrick A, Andy P, Ann B, André S, Anil B, Susan & Helen Y, Grace L, Eric L, Mark F, Chris K and me and probably countless others who are not in any of these pics. The night ended with around a dozen auld lags singing rousing, hearty, catchy choruses from Nkosi SikeleleBayangena and E Rile underneath the arches of Waterloo Bridge. Brothers and sisters, Amandla Ngewethu!