Sunday, 30 June 2013

Citations needed

It's Sunday morning and profound Sunday thoughts and feelings inevitably turn once again to the Observer. And it's not long before I am quite giddy with endorphins as I realise that it really is months since I've had to wade through that piece-of-shit so-called newspaper. Ways to fill the void could include maybe looking at food porn or a selection of wicker chairs but instead I settle for checking in with Jason Solomons on the internet. And the appeal for witnesses is still there: the Wikipedians are frantically looking for evidence of "wit", "wisdom", "quality", "essential" and "expert" in relation to Jason and his important work but, thus far, nobody has managed to produce any proof. Citations needed then.

City of London Anti-Apartheid Group, June 2013

The official City of London Anti-Apartheid Group reunion, June 2013. If you're not in it then you're out of it.

Saturday, 29 June 2013

Friday, 28 June 2013

«Les Visiteurs» / Visitors

Her name is Bugêlle apparently, and she's staying for the rest of the summer.

Thursday, 27 June 2013

Eric Is Awake — Dom Shaw

George Orwell is alive and well and living on benefits. Dom Shaw's debut novel — Eric Is Awake — is out on Kindle since Tuesday (Orwell's 110th birthday) and in print from 15 July. It's a darn good read of course with a quite lovely cover. All the skinny is here and, if you are minded, you can score an electronic copy from Amazon in the UK or the US.

Wednesday, 26 June 2013


Nelson Mandela is a hero and a freedom fighter. He believed in the armed struggle and he led the armed struggle and he paid the enormous consequences of that. They will tell you they were his friends. They weren't. Please do not confuse his integrity, charisma and brilliance for being some kind of sweet auld social democrat who was co-opted by the Liberal-Fascist Complex. He wasn't. Long live Nelson Mandela!

Monday, 24 June 2013


Top read at Belle's Literary Salon (for cool people) this week is The Queen vs Trenton Oldfield: A Prison Diary by Trenton Oldfield, published by Myrdle Court Press. I must confess to not having read it yet but I've just moved it to the top of my books-to-read pile on account of recent developments in Trenton's life and I hope to start it very soon indeed.

Trenton, you may remember, disrupted the Oxford-Cambridge boat race last year in protest at government cuts and elitism. It was perhaps the politest protest anyone has ever seen and he was sentenced to six months in jail for basically having lovely manners. The oddest thing about it really was the vast and shocking amount of bile he took from all sides after his gentle, courageous and effective action — it was as if it were in direct proportion to his loveliness.

He has lived in the UK for more than ten years and Deepa, his British wife, is due to give birth to their first child today. This week Trenton learned that the Home Office intends to deport him because his continued presence in Britain would not be "conducive to the public good". This is fucking bananas.

Guardian piece here and please sign this petition and this petition molto pronto.

Saturday, 22 June 2013

Space Station 65

I went to Space Station Sixty-Five and all I got was this totally awesome T-shirt. Thanks fellers, you are the best gallery in the whole of auld London town.

Please note: the fabuleux fluorescent pink skull print on the wall is by the world-famouse Aida & The Glorious House of Brag. Of course when I knew her she was just regular Aida McNaida from the bloque

Friday, 21 June 2013

House band, part XII

Are you ready to testify? Joining the all-new haus band for the summer, from L-R: Wayne Kramer, Allen Ginsberg and Handsome Dick Manitoba. With all thanks to Clint at Aggronautix who does the things that make stuff happen (and bonus points to anyone who spotted Jello on top of the DVD player. Jello that is who somehow manages to terrify one of Belle's friends every time she comes round for a play-date.. are you ready to terrify?)

Thursday, 20 June 2013

The Art of the Critic

«Art criticism is a second-degree spectacle. The critic is someone who makes a spectacle out of his very condition as a spectator — a specialised and therefore ideal spectator, expressing his ideas and feelings about a work in which he does not really participate. He re-presents, re-stages his own non-intervention in the spectacle. The weakness of random and largely arbitrary fragmentary judgments concerning spectacles that do not really concern us is imposed upon all of us in many banal discussions in private life; but the art critic makes a show of this kind of weakness, presenting it as exemplary»
— Guy Debord

Debord was talking about Jason Solomons of course.

Photo source: here

Monday, 17 June 2013

Concrete Poetry Is Set In Stone

Ah but yes likesay, the ringfenced power of the ianbrownbic pentameter of the Stone Roses... I tremble at the majesty for truly not even Byron on fire in his pyjamas could have managed the metafizzics better:

And this is the one This is the one This is the one This is the one This is the one she's waited for This is the one This is the one This is the one Oh this is the one This is the one I've waited for Oh this is the one This is the one This is the one This is the one I've waited for This is the one This is the one Oh this is the one Oh this is the one This is the one I've waited for This is the one This is the one This is the one Oh this is the one This is the one I've waited for It may go right It might go wrong This is the one This is the one she's waited for And this is the one This is the one This is the one This is the one she's waited for And this is the one Oh this is the one Ah this is the one This is the one I've waited for

There is more to say of course but alas I am still waiting on a dear auld friend for some photography and what have you.

Sunday, 16 June 2013


Top read for Mark E Ramoney at Belle's Literary Salon (for cool people) this week is Guy Debord's Complete Cinematic Works which I was lucky enough to pick up a while back from Alexis at AK Press for a good price. It's taken me a long time to get through, really because I think that I don't read too well these daisy dayze. It's not necessarily page-turner stuff but it's all good and I'm recommending it, not least it's much more pick-up-n-put-down-in-your-own-time-able than the films themselves. Next I'm going to have to turn to something a bit more lightweight, Patty Hearst's memoirs maybe, or something.

Saturday, 15 June 2013

Mr C around town, part XXVIII

Artist/gallerist Jane Harris is delighted to make Mr C's acquaintance at the opening of the David Shenton exhibition, These Foolish Things. Photo courtesy Space Station Sixty-Five archive, May 2013

Friday, 14 June 2013

The Laughing Policeman

I know a fat auld policeman
He's such a f*cking c*nt

Thursday, 13 June 2013

Marky Ramone's "Hey everybody!"

Hey everybody this is Marky Ramone and I'll see everybody at the... oh, where is it I'm seeing everybody again?

PLUS — woo woo! — Wendy James will also be wherever it is Marky's gonna be, playing lead in the upcoming opera Pete Burns: My Stuffing.

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

True Confessions

Dear Wild Willy Hague and GCHQ,

I'm only too aware of how difficult it is to keep tabs on absolutely everything that ever happens, whether you have sufficient quantities of data storage or not, and I'm sensitive to the problems you face. So on that basis I thought I should probably try to help clear up a few mysteries that may have been gathering a bit of dust in your vaults. Please feel free of course to add any or all of these to my permanent record. And no need to ask me to sign a release form, no, no.

Yours, etc
D Arigâteau

1. The collapse of the Revolutionary Communist Party. This was me. It was my fault and I put up my hands to accept responsibility even though it was kind of an accident. Ordinarily I know you wouldn't give a tuppenny fuck about this sort of thing but it turns out the RCP were working for your lot all along even if they didn't know it. Mi scusi.

2. Repainting Skrewdriver's front door pink. Me again I'm afraid. Thankfully Ian Stuart Donaldson is dead and gone so I don't think you need press any charges. Again, I'm sure normally this kind of thing doesn't bother you too much but it seems that, just like the RCP, all those tiny fascist groups were working for you too. Forgive me for I have sinned.

3. The Man Who Broke The Bank At Monte Carlo. Do you recall that posh-looking feller walking along the Bois de Boulogne with an independent air? Me again of course. This is probably a grey area in some respects. Firstly there is the statute of limitations, and even if there isn't then there ought to be. But given that we are talking about the Bank at Monte Carlo and that you have been working for the banks since as long as we can collectively remember then I bet this is one which you might not feel like letting go of. My bad, as they say. Be gentle with me.


Monday, 10 June 2013

Sunday, 9 June 2013

RIP Arturo Vega

Photos: Me, Belle, Ivy and Simon

Belle and Ivy help Arturo set up

Ted shows Bettie, Ivy and Belle how to mix the medium

Oh this? This is pretty much a typical Saturday afternoon for us

That's Belle's t-shirt drying on the right

And everyone goes home a winner

Me and Arturo. Belle took this of course. She's a genius

Friday, 7 June 2013

Pimp My Blitzkrieg (this thing is so on)

If we were all to put our punch-drunk drummer heads on from time to time then we might simultaneously be able to solve the hunger crisis, the deficit and the generation gap. We should all try harder to develop better nutritious food-based economic growth artistry: It puts the overripe tomatoes in the jar, it puts the money in the bank, it puts the overripe tomatoes in the jar, it puts the money in the bank und so on... SEEZEE TAFALILUWILA LEDGEN!

DISCLAIMER: All characters and events portrayed in this big-ass, big-budget, fast-action, rough-cut trailer — even those based on real people — are entirely fictional, or mostly fictional or somewhat partly fictional

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Marky Ramone's Cookies

Please Kill Me

Quite possibly the worst idea ever to have been birthed in a "creative" meeting and subsequently gone all the way into production. Was the campaign dreamed up by the media studies student teenage nephew of the Gelato proprietor? This entire thing went from idea to meeting to script to contracts to re-writes to more meetings to branding and to shoots and then post-production and press ads and finally placement. This would presumably have been greenlit by everybody involved at every step of the way. Imagine how good the mood boards must have been... SEEZEE TAFALILUWILA LEDGEN!

Monday, 3 June 2013

So that was half-term

The weather was pissy and the weather was great, depending on where exactly in relation to which day of the week you were standing. I can't remember much about the beginning of the week. I had work. To be honest it was a little bit too much work really. But on Wednesday me and Belle went messing about on a boat with Steve and Maddie. That was a lot of fun but it was also definitely a rather blustery day. And later in the week there was a play-date and a birthday party and a sleepover so good times, you know. And on Saturday Mark E Ramoney's Blitzkrieg Experience made his debut appearance in Norwood Park which by all accounts went down very well.

Sunday, 2 June 2013

Mr C*nty in London 2012 (in Phildadelphia) in 2013

Woo!! There are only seven of these babies left... £6 cheap from here.

Photo courtesy Quaker City Mercantile, Mr C's preferred Stateside agancy