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Hello Mr John Smith – I was the one next to the Schizoid Redhead At 5.45pm at HMV Curzon in Wimbledon not even a small crowd had gathered to see a selection of works by CCW students and John Smith, […]
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I had been feeling a little down about my residency in the Cloakroom. I wasn’t sure why but I was feeling less and less like going there. My avoidance tactics where beginning to seem thinner and thinner. Waiting in for […]
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Dreaming Spires Another visit to the Cloakroom today. The cress had rotted, to a sort of brown primeval soup and was beginning to smell. Annabel (on constant watch on my mental state) and I spent a little time scraping out […]
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What’s the Point they’ll all be dead. I have failed to get to the gallery today. I had intended to be really organised having written a long list of to dos. Of that list I have achieved: paying a cheque […]
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Retreat From Peckham “hello, police? I don’t know if you can help me, someone hasn’t stolen my bike” “Can you tell me exactly what has occurred sir?” “They’ve put another lock on my bike” “They’ve put another lock on your […]
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Spring Time for Hitler and Germany It is grey, so grey. It is the morning of the Artists Talking talk, I have a sore throat. It may be an artist croaking. Also as part a long tradition of public appearance […]
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To Blog or Not to Blog As I type I am monitoring Twitter, the Art world’s two Susan Jones are about to meet. Could this be our first real chance to see the god particle? or will the world just […]
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I have been Googled by Greater Manchester PoliceLast night Mr Pig performed the five point palm exploding heart technique on my blog writing app. At least she stood on my phone and it has not functioned since. So I am […]
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I am in the “quiet zone” or the “angry coach” as I like to call it. The man next to me is typing noisily on his laptop and I, usually a very forgiving person, am ready to rend him limb […]
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Theatre of the Absurd I am ready to go- six hours early. Actually I was ready by ten thirty – eight hours early. I am now waiting for Annabel to escape from work so we can head to Colchester. I […]
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Below is a sample blog post from http://redundantalex.blogspot.com A basic summing up of the last month would go as follows. I am redundant (from my place of employment, an FE college in Suffolk, actually Ipswich, ok its Suffolk New College). […]
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Eternal present. It is Monday morning, I am tired and handing out tea and chocolate biscuits to Annie and David. I took the precaution of buying three packets of biscuits yesterday so that one might remain, packet not biscuit. They […]