Thursday, 27 November 2008

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!

Wednesday, 26 November 2008

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...

Friday, 21 November 2008

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...

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

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?

Tuesday, 18 November 2008

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.

Thursday, 13 November 2008

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.

Monday, 10 November 2008

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.

Wednesday, 5 November 2008

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.

Monday, 3 November 2008

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.