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“Who dreamed the bluebells?”

January 13, 2009

Derek Jarman:

“My own feeling at the moment is as if some mega production were going on off-screen, perhaps life itself, and I’m travelling through, documenting it. The film is a documentary. I’ve come back with a document from somewhere far away. Everything I pointed the camera at (my fellow cameramen pointed the camera at) had meaning, it didn’t matter what we filmed. The film is our fiction, we are in the story. After all, film is fiction, including the news, or if you want to reverse it, all film is fact. My film is as factual as the news.

As  I look out of my picture window onto the Charing Cross Road, I see the buildings being dreamt on architects’ drawing boards. The road itself was created in the late 19th century, it’s fabricated. Who dreamed the bluebells? So, if you are making a film, you can point the camera anywhere you want. Everything is to be interpreted, as Beuys said, ‘Everyone is an artist’, and we live in creation.”

(from ‘Kicking the Pricks’, Vintage, first published as ‘The Last of England’ by Constable, 1987)


What’s the weather like where you are?

December 5, 2007

Have I ever told any of you that I am distantly related to the notorious weather man Michael Fish? I wonder if I’m anything like him.


I hope I have inherited this man’s intuition for style and his ability to represent his personality with fashion in an innovative and captivating way.

Funnily enough, I actually feel like Michael and I have something in common, aside from our genes and a penchant for woolly jumpers. I can see it in his eyes; he’s somehow amused by his job.

This man knows that the nation’s TV viewers are hanging on his every word, anticipating whether or not they’ll need to take out a brolly tomorrow, but he can have a laugh about it and doesn’t let the power go to his head.


I’m pretty inspired by old Michael; he manages to come across as both earnest (see above) and able to engage in a good old romp of jocularity.

Assessing and reporting the risk of deadly storms must take its toll and leave you feeling existentially confused.


However, this man understands the importance of friends and serving the community, as demonstrated by the picture below.


I hope I can do him proud.

Nono – the Italian grandfather I never had.

November 10, 2007

Well, it’s happened again. I’ve got a cold and I need to recover, but I’m awake and it’s almost 3.00am. It has also been over a week since I saw Nono compositions being performed by Maurizio Pollini at the Queen Elizabeth Hall as part of the Fragments of Venice series, and I’ve still hardly told anyone about it. It was an amazing experience, the kind of thing that you imagine some people might call a “bit frightening”; someone in the audience at the end rather annoyingly said “this has surely got to be taking the piss.” I won’t give a biography here (although this is a good one It’s certainly awkward – there are quite a few long pauses, and the live music usually accompanied by recordings which mean the music seems even less transient, inducing a sort of prolonged disconcerting state for me, at least. I kind of like Nono’s works because to me they evoke a sense of defiance. We’re not likely to get a satisfaction for our desire for harmony or even spontanaity, so do we get up and leave? Also, they remind me of very solitary nights where every noise is noticeable and has an elusive meaning, and is maybe disturbing somehow, or comforting. You could say that similar compositions have become a hackneyed part of horror films and such, but I think there’s a beauty to them, unrelated to what might be presumed to evoke fear. Anyway, I’m no music critic; you could listen to this video in the dark…

It’s not really that scary to be alone on a dark night. As I was searching for Nono videos I found this rather unrelated one by Nancy Nova (who I should have known before this night…what a woman!), which proves that being alone isn’t so bad, especially if you can do dance moves such as these and have a coat that turns into a tiger.

If you like Nono, or have a lovely Italian grandfather, you could buy these mugs (although I’m not sure about the stigmata-style red heart on the stick boy’s hand):


Brillo Mania

November 10, 2007



Due to having a cold, picking up a pen has felt a bit supernatural this week. I have been incredibly unproductive, the most energetic thing I have done being the cooking of some frozen fish fingers whilst singing Celine Dion songs in a cockney accent. However, I did find an old advert I adapted (quite badly) about a year ago and pretty much forgot about. I found it in a book from a charity shop called the Guinness Book of Products or something. It is both ridiculous and endearing to me. It’s a remnant of a loosely productive mood; I’ve put it on here because it’s a pretty funny advert anyway. Check out how many brillo pads this woman has in her kitchen! I wouldn’t mess with her.


November 6, 2007

This seems to be turning into a sort of scrapbook/diary. It’s a way of sharing some things that I’m doing and have seen, my responses to some stuff, etc. It’s not very specific at the moment. I hope that if you have some spare time it will be a bit interesting, in some way or another. I’m enjoying it, anyway!


Seedy Covers

November 6, 2007

Call me crazy (actually don’t, I might cry), but I like making hypothetical CD covers for imaginary bands. Here are some I made earlier:




They aren’t all hypothetical. Here’s one I made for a compilation for my friend Joe (hence the minty animal swirls made out of the word Joe):


Book bought from the library in Corby

November 4, 2007






What’s that title all about?

October 25, 2007

Encouraging Vagrants and Beggars is intended to be a fairly ironic reference to the tanoy messages we often hear in London asking us not to do just that. I find the phrase offensive and amusing – encouraging could take many forms, such as writing a nice note saying that “things will be ok”, but these messages seem to ignore that with their somewhat Victorian phraseology. So, I’m defiant – I’ll encourage vagrants and beggars as much as I want, thank you very much. Obviously this blog isn’t really about that though, as not many ‘beggars’ have the internet, I’m guessing. It is supposed to reflect some of my interests in the tensions and interactions between institutions and individuals, deterministic attitudes and their disavowal, the published and unpublished, and much more. I doubt it successfully achieves this but I chose it a while back and I might as well keep it!

About the author

September 19, 2007

Blogs have been described as “powerful tools that can influence reputation”. Once I had seen that description on the Guardian website I thought, “blow me down, I’m getting a blog”. All of those times I thought my reputation was shot, like when I dressed up as a Cliff Richard fan for a school assembly (they have a very particular look, you know) and set up a band called The Mincers and performed in front of my whole class, well, I was wrong. The thing is though, I’m not quite sure what reputation I want to have. I think it was an admirable deed that three friends and I dedicated quality pop songs to a man who got minced up in a mincing machine, even though others looked on with harsh indifference.


I enjoy books and art and all that, you know, strolls in parks, bemoaning a number of aspects of capitalism but really appreciating my overdraft thank you very much, charity shops, old postcards, trying to finish and start projects, imagining typos in newspapers, dancing like one of 50 Cent’s bitches in various candy shops (Eddie’s Food and Wine is a favourite), recommending magazines and books that I love, and hanging out with my best friends in various haunts (obviously). I’m a down to earth girl who can visit Oceana in Milton Keynes but also try to save the world from destruction and debauchery and the abominations of abominations in the hell of hells in heaven of the earth while the end times are approaching in the days of evil and when the prophecies of Revelation will be revealed to all those concerned, e.g. the seven tribes of Israel and all that jazz, whilst struggling to open a packet of frozen peas. I also have a tendency for wafflemongering. Anyway, that’s enough about me. Who are you?