Saturday, September 30, 2006
Stef (great legs!) had a bday today and threw a party. There were lots of nice people there and it was ace to see Alfie (Stef and Jons dog who sometimes came to stay with us) Nice relief from otherwise a bit of a grim weekend. But, hey, onwards and upwards.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Back up North. Nice and calm here. Posting from Mums new PC which I sorted out with broadband today. Gramps is totally staggered by his first encounter with the internet. For him it's as if an interstellar hyperdrive warp speed spaceship from Zorg has landed in his back garden. Mark Linkous from Sparklehorse was interviewed on the radio on the way up. He said he could smell the grass growing at his place in North Carolina. I like the countryside again now.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Jolly kindly put me up last night. Here he is in his legendary kitchen. Previously I went to Kevin Westenbergs (http://www.kevinwestenberg.com) private view at Blink gallery (http://www.blinkgallery.com) with Jon. Some great pics up there that Kevin took back in the NME days. The exhibition is on for a month or so so check it out. Good to see Kevin
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Drove down to Kent again to see Taz at the Perou Farm. Hope they are not sick of the sight of me. Took the dogs to the nearby Mimms Bay. Amazing beach and great 1950's seaside vibes. Here's Stratfod eating a bit of what used to be a boat. Back at Perous we discovered a dead rat covered in maggots in the garden. I did take a picture but was too grossed out to notice my camera was on manual focus. Twat. Then we put it in a bag and gave it a sky burial on the bonfire. 2 and a half hours to get home. They look like they are all really settling in down there which is great to see. Spooks is giving me the fear on the Telly tonight.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
These two ladies stopped me today and asked for directions. They must have been in a bit of a hurry 'cos off they scuttled to save some souls. They were very nice and told me that god loves me, which is quite a nice thing to hear at 9 in the morning in Stockwell with a bit of a hangover. Whatever I might actually believe in.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Train up to Blackburn in Lancashire to interview Carl Fogarty. He's won more World Superbike races than anyone else alive (or dead). A bone fide World Champion who is mellowing slightly now in his retirement. He won at Assen while riding with two broken wrists. Total fucking headbanger and a very nice man who made us coffee and welcomed us into his house. I have never seen anyone handle a motorcycle with such grace and precision. That's this kid Ben Rayner (http://www.benrayner.com) who I got to take some pics. Good kid and a fun day. We spent the (3 hour) journey back to Euston discussing the outer reaches of Heavy Metal.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Here's Chris Campion helping to clear up after last night. He came down with us and we gave him a lift back. At lunchtime we were all sitting outside the kitchen and we thought we saw a UFO. Is it becacuse we were on a farm in the middle of the country and UFO's are only ever seen by farmers in the middle of nowhere and never appear above the masses on Oxford Street or Times Square? It was weird though. Although it might have been something to do with what we were up to the night before......
Friday, September 01, 2006
Today on my way to work I was stopped at Kings Cross by a couple of very nice Cops and their very friendly Springer Spaniel bomb dog. They told me that it would be very difficult to stop a suicide bomber when they were actually carrying out an attack so instead they are looking for suspicious types who might be on a recon mission for a possible attack. I fitted the profile as I was carrying 2 camera bags at the time. One of the Cops used to work for Max Power Magazine so we know some of the same people. After searching me and the dog drooling all over my Leica they give you this bit of paper and apologise for violating your human rights. A hard job for them under difficult circumstances. A reminder, I suppose, that there is still a war on and Kings Cross at 9.30 am is actually on the frontline.