The Slat's

I went to a Photographic Exhibition, featuring Paul Slattery's Oasis images. There is book to follow the event. I first met the slat's, way back in the early 90s whilst working for Retna pictures. He was a renowned character back then, what with his extensive Smiths back catalogue , Joy Division and various other legendary bands, not to mention the stories that went with them too. He turned up one day with a demo tape, asking what we thought of the band; he had been taking some photos of them whilst they were recording in the studio. Well. I thought they were OK. Clearly the rest of the planet, liked them a lot, lot more. I still think Oasis is a shit name for a band though...
The Photographer, Ray Stevenson was there too. Check out his work, especially if you're a punk fan. He's stuffs fucking ace!

Biddy muppet

Had a spot of lunch with the http://dailytitlow.blogspot.com/ today. We popped into Leon, which is just below the Blue Fin Building - AKA the new IPC dwellings. The old building ( also known as Tharg's spaceship - see pic directly above ) Kings Reach Tower, was where 2000ad was churned out and not forgetting, the NME's indie war days...

subconscious

I took this the other week when I was a bit tippled. I like to think of it as the doorway to my subconscious.
I guess you can throw the boy out of art school, but...

Bacon is murder

I went to the French House for dinner on Saturday. This was one of Francis Bacon's and the post war Soho crowds old haunts. Like a lot of people, I find this period of time quite fascinating. Then again, I think I like anything that's old. I got the impression that the place hasn't changed very much - and dare I say it. You could actually hear Londoners accents inside the pub. Yes, not cockneys, but an actual London accent. Like a living museum, almost.
Anyway this place is not for the vegetarian. Everyone said "try the Chateaubriand" so I did.
And wow. very, very, very tasty indeed.
Have I put Michael Winner out of a job yet?

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

The Johnny Logic will be off traveling soon. We had a few drinks on Friday to celebrate this.
James, aka Knighty/ Jimmy/ super hands the 2nd, got us on the guest list at the Bethnal Green Working Men's club. I find it gets to rammed and annoying in there on Saturdays these days, so it was a pleasant surprise to be able to swing a small cat ( not Putland, of course) around on the Friday.

PR cake.

Okay, computer.

Computer nerd joke/idiom.
In my lavish day job. Working for the big guy ( it's alright really, can't complain) they are building a new computer program. Some of it has been tailored around me. Pretty cool a? Anyway, this has been going on for months, so it's kind of a carrot on a stick scenario, preserving my salvation. needless to say, I brought a carrot in for amusement.

old blighty

Yep, some Bach playing in the background. Feet up by a nice pub fire. A little single malt in hand; one ice cube with a dash of water and a fine selection of game on the food menu.

Yep, I think I would rather be hanging out in the Hollywood hills too.

St Paul's cathedral

Jonny Logic and the 1994 revival

It was Johnny Logic's Birthday last week. Getting people together these days, always seems to become quite a task. Well anyway, a week later we made it out to the pub. Oh, and er managed to sit in the same seats as we did for the Ace of Jace's birthday, a few months ago.
http://getcallaghan.blogspot.com/2008/07/ace-of-jase.html

As for the American elections. I tuned into radio 4, then slept with the radio close to my head.
I think I woke up about 4:30 knowing the good news. So, there you go. That was where I was, for the historical occasion.

Either you Halloween, or you Halloweeny.

This is from a party I went to on Saturday. Some pretty cool costumes going on. I was the Dickensian-Voodoo- madis-grass, cowboy. My spats gave me blisters. Ouch.