Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
That Said...
On "Celebrity..." Dean Gaffney is shaping up pretty brilliantly too...
Apologies to anyone outside the UK, these people really aren't worth yr valuable time.
Apologies to anyone outside the UK, these people really aren't worth yr valuable time.
Honorary Socialist - David Gest (a very short appreciation)
Ok, I know "I'm A Celebrity..." has only been on for three days now, and, in truth I've only glanced it from the corner of my eye whilst either sitting reading Modern Painters (i.e. last week's Heat) or discussing the issues of the day with my good lady (arguing the toss over anything cos I've staggered in pissed, again), but, these things I know - the former Mr Minnelli, David Gest, is rapidly shinning up that greasy pole towards that oh-so-desirable position of 'Socialism's Best-Bloke-Ever'. After initially fearing that ITV were including him to up some kind of freak factor (him and the woman with the enormous breasts might make some crazed gruesome twosome pairing), I have been amazed at how much he represents Every Man, albeit an Every Man on the receiving end of Michael Jackson amounts of surgery and who clearly needs to fire his barber. He snores, he raps like yr grandad, he actually wins stars in the food trials (unlike that lilly livered dancing boy last night), he looks like he doesn't give a toss what you think of him, grateful maybe for the lack of mirrors in the jungle. People wanted to hate him when he went in, but what's to hate? The guy is brilliant. A story in todays' Sun newspaper alleges that Gest previously stayed at the Lansborough in London, he had demanded to be brought fresh zebra milk to his suite. This guy just keeps on giving, as far as I'm concerned.
So yes, we're currently keeping all eyes (well, half an eye whilst pouring another stiff vodka) on Gest with a view to moving the Socialism Christmas Shindig from the end of the bar, upstairs at the Social (the bit by the pot wash section) to Gest's New Year's Extravangaza, where for £99 you get to hear such greats as Russell Thompkins Jr And The New Stylistics, Bonnie Tyler, Martha Reeves And The Vandellas & Candi Staton. Personally I don't give a flying fuck about those dudes, I'm going purely to be a guest of the Gest.
So yes, we're currently keeping all eyes (well, half an eye whilst pouring another stiff vodka) on Gest with a view to moving the Socialism Christmas Shindig from the end of the bar, upstairs at the Social (the bit by the pot wash section) to Gest's New Year's Extravangaza, where for £99 you get to hear such greats as Russell Thompkins Jr And The New Stylistics, Bonnie Tyler, Martha Reeves And The Vandellas & Candi Staton. Personally I don't give a flying fuck about those dudes, I'm going purely to be a guest of the Gest.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Things We Love This Month
"London - City Of Disappearences" - Psychogeographer Iain Sinclair edits a brilliant collection of writings about the bits of London that have faded from view - Socialism 4 contributors Bill Drummond and Stewart Home both contribute;
"Candylion" by Gruff Rhys - Super Furries frontman's second solo album, our favourite record of the year;
"Readymade (Instructions for Everyday Life)" & "World Changing (A Users Guide To The 21st Century)" - helping to ease our terminally blotted consciences;
Peep Show Series 3 - when does Free The Paedos actually open?
"Destroy All Humans 2" - at last! You can blow up Haight Ashbury hippies without the very real fear of death by lethal injection;
early morning Jon Pertwee Dr Who repeats on UKTV Gold - like a camp acid flashback whilst eating your Rice Krispies;
The Young Knives album;
and, finally, Everything Must Go - Socialism magazine backed 2 month only bar in Central London - a blink and you've missed it gig venue/art fair just off Oxford Street, opens end of November over by mid January...
"Candylion" by Gruff Rhys - Super Furries frontman's second solo album, our favourite record of the year;
"Readymade (Instructions for Everyday Life)" & "World Changing (A Users Guide To The 21st Century)" - helping to ease our terminally blotted consciences;
Peep Show Series 3 - when does Free The Paedos actually open?
"Destroy All Humans 2" - at last! You can blow up Haight Ashbury hippies without the very real fear of death by lethal injection;
early morning Jon Pertwee Dr Who repeats on UKTV Gold - like a camp acid flashback whilst eating your Rice Krispies;
The Young Knives album;
and, finally, Everything Must Go - Socialism magazine backed 2 month only bar in Central London - a blink and you've missed it gig venue/art fair just off Oxford Street, opens end of November over by mid January...
Monday, November 13, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Socialism 4 finally available
Sixty boxes of Socialism issue 4 arrived in the office yesterday. Hopefully they'll be long gone by this time next week. As of later today, they will be available in The Social, 5 Little Portland Street, London, W1. Within the next day or two, they should be in both London Rough Trade shops. I'll update here as soon as we've got stock out to other shops and bars. If you want a copy of it posted, please send tape 2 quid to something and send it to Socialism, c/o Heavenly, 47 Frith Street, London, W1D 4SE. Don't call round as it's not a shop and we can't dosh them out!
Friday, November 03, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Friends In Weird Places
Today was great. I made so many new friends. Romeo Sims offered me ‘Zero clip’. Gwendoline Boucher informed me of her mood (‘immensely dejectedly’). Adrian Beasley turned me on to ‘Biscuit airwaves’. Freda Hampton let slip about ‘the Noun Dwarves’ (where are they playing?) Moses Morton simply stated: ’Backgammon’? Why not?! All of these new pals appeared, uninvited, in my Yahoo messages this morning. Which begs the question - do they exist? If not, then who is the surrealist spymaster conjuring up this fascinating vortex of possibilities?
A quick straw poll of friends and colleagues revealed that none of them had heard from Gwendoline, Moses or Romeo and never had done. Had I been targeted by an elite band of e-intellectuals, eager and willing to lead me towards enlightenment - a modern day Bloomsbury Set with their eyes on the cyber-prize? Or was I merely an unwitting fool guy in some sick in-box hoax? Are Gwendoline and Freda, as we speak, sewing together home-made t-shirts for The Noun Dwarves first gig, in front of a vast web-crowd including Sebastian Lake, Dirk Silence and Ahmad Rogers? Or are they merely random arrangements of vowels and consonants being churned out by an uber-computer deep in Silicon Valley? I’m serious. Does anyone know who the fuck these people are(n’t)?
A quick straw poll of friends and colleagues revealed that none of them had heard from Gwendoline, Moses or Romeo and never had done. Had I been targeted by an elite band of e-intellectuals, eager and willing to lead me towards enlightenment - a modern day Bloomsbury Set with their eyes on the cyber-prize? Or was I merely an unwitting fool guy in some sick in-box hoax? Are Gwendoline and Freda, as we speak, sewing together home-made t-shirts for The Noun Dwarves first gig, in front of a vast web-crowd including Sebastian Lake, Dirk Silence and Ahmad Rogers? Or are they merely random arrangements of vowels and consonants being churned out by an uber-computer deep in Silicon Valley? I’m serious. Does anyone know who the fuck these people are(n’t)?
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