Monday, January 26, 2015

Marianne Faithful:Live at Tipitina’s, New Orleans, LA; April 9, 1990.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

the earth sings when he touches it [Shakespeare]

Horses are one of the theme options for this week's Sepia Saturday.
I may have shown these photos before?Im not sure but its always worth repeating.Innit.
Above&below r some of  my Aunt Brenda's photos from The Saranac Winter Carnival
Brenda was born in Canada.& ,at some point,her & the family moved to Upstate New York where these was taken
. here are a few more of her wonderful photos. 
here a couple of previous posts about it all....... 
This is a Sepia Saturday post.Hurray!

Friday, January 16, 2015

imagine stuff on Queen's Road!

My father-in-Law Brian.He was a draughtsman.He imagined stuff  on Queen's Road  in Halifax in the 1960's.

This week's Sepia Saturday is about old photos with writing on 'em.

Chris took this photo of me tonight.
Left is a tapestry made by my Aunty Brenda. It was framed,but the glass smashed in December.I got it mended today in Mytholmroyd.
 I have mentioned Brenda many times here. I am holding in my hands the only physical remains of her.
This mending was important to me.
 Right is a iPad sent me as a gift from Bob Piper in Sandhall,West Midlands.yesterday.
 Bob, you have been a good friend to me over the years.
I remember my cancer scare 7 years ago,You heldmy digital hand.Did I ever thank you?if not,i do now!
I remember those free John Cooper Clarke tickets for me & Cathy you gifted us.
.Please remember .This iPad will (i hope) help to be "a machine that kills facists".

Friday, January 09, 2015

A free man in Paris تَكْبِير

Thank You for your comments last week.
Rich in irony, I was making an effort for the New Year to stop being so anti-social here and reply to you all (i have been lax ,havnt i !)
 Then my 7 year old laptop dies. I only got a new machine tonight, so I still havnt begun replying! Still.On the scale of things its small beer given the murders in France.......
 Oh! Fuck Jesus Christ! Fuck Mohammed! And (especially) Fuck the Holy Ghost........

Thursday, January 01, 2015


Best Wishes for 2015.But ,hang onto  
your hats,it gonna be bumpy........
  "a product which looked so elegant and could cost a lot of money, the fashion hat no less than for the raditional bowler, and homburg were made at a severe price to the health of the workers.
  In the wet room the material was worked in a mix of warm water and diluted acid, while in the dry room the dust and detritus from the fur had to be brushed out of the hair each evening before leaving work.
 It was a place where one woman “hated everyday of the four years I spent there,” while another reflected on the danger of hats that span off machines at terrifying speeds.........."
Photo taken by my Mum in Zante 1992.Me,Cathy(looking like John Wesley)& Chris

I have yet to visit The Hat Museum.I must head there soon.....sepia :206
The theme this week is all around my hat & flags.......

see this week's other sepia posts here

Friday, December 19, 2014

hard times come again no more

 above, some of my photos from this year.If you dont know their context,you just havnt been paying attention x

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

the floor is made of turf and the walls full of butterflies.....

[view images:] Company: Noise Killer Acoustics Ltd. Address: Unit 7 Parkside Industrial Estate Edge Lane Street Royton, Oldham Manchester OL2 6DS. Contact: Steve Bithell. ".........During the industrial revolution Ancoats had a large Irish emigrant community in which, due to the harsh working conditions and rampant gang violence, life expectancy was just 17 years.
Nowadays the area is being gentrified and an effusive estate agent promises an audience gathered in Cutting Room Square a tour of bespoke apartments.
 But Angel Meadow does not surrender its ghosts lightly and the presentation is interrupted by a blood-splattered character (a ferociously unhinged Caitriona Ennis) who announces that gang violence has broken out again and Eddie is dead.
An attempt to lead the audience to safety results in us being divided into groups and individuals and taken on a nightmarish journey. The physical location of the play is largely irrelevant as it is more a trip through the state of mind of people who have little to lose and are on the verge of losing it anyway.
 Owen Boss superbly captures this lack of hope in his designs and installation. The rooms in a derelict public house are set out so that you might find yourself back in a 19th Century flophouse or illegitimate boxing ring. There is a disturbing surreal atmosphere that eerily demonstrates the futile lives of the inhabitants. The drinks cabinet in the pub is full of litres of bleach, which the characters swig with a life-hating disregard, the head of a butchered pig hangs over the pool table.
Fascinatingly at one point you pass a room n which the floor is made of turf and the walls full of butterflies – perhaps a promise of a better life. Rather than take the lazy way of many promenade productions, and just allow the audience to wander through the set, Louise Lowe's ingenious direction channels them towards particular events and scenes.
The manner in which the audience is divided ensures no two experiences will be the same. It is an intense and intimate event during which you may find yourself eyeball to eyeball with the burning physical presence of Thomas Reilly's deranged tough guy or holding the punching bag for bare knuckles boxer Eric O'Brien. There is also a deeply discomforting chance to share a whiskey with a grieving mother who begs you to take on the role of Sin Eater and allow her late child to ascend to heaven (the soul of the child is superbly represented). A bestial and squalid orgy and a bleak Christmas dinner also feature before the audience re-groups in the aftermath of Eddie's wake....."
What's On Stage:June 13th 2014: Angel Meadow (Ancoats, Manchester)]

Thursday, December 04, 2014

hell on earth

"According to Oxford University Press, Manchester derived its name from Mamucium, the Roman name for the 1st century-settlement and fort. Mamucium itself is a Latinised form of the Celtic meaning "breast-shaped hill".........."[WIKIPEDIA:] Not a lot of people know that.............
A photo here of Danny from Rochdale at the Manchester German Christmas Markets.
The bloke on the  right  of him.?  He looks a bit like George Osborne to me.
Angus Reach, a London-based journalist, visited Manchester in 1849 Observed "the lowest, most filthy, most unhealthy and most wicked locality in Manchester is called, singularly enough, 'Angel-meadow.' 
It is full of cellars and inhabited by prostitutes, their bullies, thieves, cadgers, vagrants, tramps and, in the very worst sties of filth and darkness, by those unhappy wretches the 'low Irish.'"
Karl Marx described it "Hell On Earth" and it inspired him to write The Communist Manifesto while he lived in the City.
Marx always imagined it would be here,not Russia, that Communism would rise up to heal the world. [Wikipedia:St Michaels and Angel Meadow Park]
 Today mostly all that is left  is a pleasant Park.(think of it as the opposite of that Joni Mitchell song .."they unpaved the parking lot & put up a park......") Its ironic.The Park is Beautiful.It's just the rest of Tory Britain that's turning feral.Hey-hoy.......
But ,underneath the grass are still some cellars inhabited by prostitutes, their bullies, thieves, cadgers, vagrants, tramps & 'low Irish.? I tread gently & listen closely whenever i  travel there.
[above :random images 2008-2013]

 Every year since 2008 myself & assorted Lancashire & Yorkshire friends (many from the Rochdale Turkish Baths,itself now closed & disolved)visit Manchester to see the Christmas German Markets.
Usually we include a visit to The Marble Arch Pub which is on the border of Angel Meadows.
It's one of the few buildings still standing around there.
We go for our 7th year next Wednesday.We start drinking at 2 pm & carry on until around 11pm.
Its strange looking at last year's photos.I look  really healthy (yet a few weeks later I was in hospital with Pneumonia ).
Phil the x-fireman has been to all six,but will miss this year as he's still on the 'Injury List' (incidently , he's doing well & Will be back next year.He comes with me to see the movie "TURNER" before Christmas.We are keeping him in the picture!)
You never know what around the corner or hidden under your feet and noses........obviously .

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Ringo was a fascist too.

stolen with thanks from:

Boycott Divestment and Sanctions Campaign

I was part of about 21people+ drums +VAT who picketed this gig .
about 6 people who  had brought big noisy drums to the protest and were hammering away as Martha's fans  walked in.The Walk of Shame.)
At  one point ,one young drummer near me got most irate."that bloke just said 'you drummers are all fascists!'How can drumming be fascist??.That's not TRUE.Drumming isnt fascist is it...." (being most putout about how the two could possibly be equated) .
I said to him,wanting to console ,"Never mind,Ringo was probably a facist to"
.He gave me a strange look.turned away,and resumed  his drumming ........
No doubt the subtilty was lost in the excitement .
What on Earth am I banging on about this week.............

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the artist enters The Trades by the fire escape........[photo via /]
Now,to be fair, I am told many artists leave & enter this way (its where the stage is).But its an arresting image,non?For whatever reason Canadian singer Martha Wainwright did not want to engage the pickets on Wednesday night in Hebden Bridge.
Neither has she (as far as I know) talked about her position to any media or public during her current troubled tour of the British Isles .
She can talk to the Jerusalem Post but not The Hebden Bridge Times. Those drums kind of fill the silence she left behind her.
.Well [here] is some background.And here is her wikipedia page: Martha Wainwright 
She brought Bad Vibes to Hippy Central ..........
The socialist Hebden Bridge Trades Club has always been a strong supporter & fund raiser on behalf of Palestine. It was embarrassing for both the club & the community as a whole that this happening.
Prior to the gig it  caused a lot of debate among folk.Some wanted her banned & a raising of funds to buy out her contract.
Others won the day with the compromise i outline below.
Personally I think it was about right.Martha was allowed to sing.I was allowed to protest her visit to Israel.The Trades raised some more money for a good cause.

She was booked in good faith by the club before all the anger started about her Israeli visit. Had they cancelled, issues about "Breach of Contract" would have arisen,
As a compromise, The club  printed these leaflets,hung a giant Palestine flag above the front door and they promised to  donate all  profits to   Medical Aid for Palestine.
In the end the figures broke down as followed:
20 protesters & Me & Drums +VAT outside
20 tickets returned prior to the gig.
The original standing capacity of 190 was changed to a seating plan of 150  (all bums on seats)+ 20 standing.
5 nutcase Zionists who travelled over especially from Manchester to just shout at me for wear a Pro-Palestine Badge
[& a special mention to my West Indian friend Richard from Halifax.He's a boxer & a fighter who wandered along with his new partner .he was oblivious to what was going on (they were just out on the piss to celebrate some good news) but he unknowingly  saved me from any further earbashing from the Zionists.They kinda took one look at him and found some others to educate..........]
Finally....a strange personal twist for me was the fact that in 1978 i took this photo in Liverpool of her late Mum Kate McGarrigle

Thursday, November 20, 2014

the hangman is a doctor's son.He's kept a list of those that die....

I am the tin woodsman, hunting a heart. I'm the scarecrow, please deliver my brain. I'm the crocodile who swallowed the pocket watch. I haven't learned as much as I imagined I would by now. But I do believe we pass in and out of this world like a song on the wind. And that most of what we see and do in this life is grossly out of tune, behind or ahead of the beat. But there are moments. You've known them. A kiss in a parked car. A melody in the dark. A meeting of eyes. A babe come in a thunderstorm.............[read more]
Some photos I took of Simone Felice at The Hebden Bridge Trades Club 19th November 2014 [here}