Neu Labour
The ship of state sails in a Westerly direction ...
but Tony Blair can't sustain an erection.
but Tony Blair can't sustain an erection.
posted by St. Anthony at Friday, November 17, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruins
- "New" Labour
- jazz from hell
- Let X = A :(the elements of) -
- Five things about me
- King For A Day
- The algebra of need
- Sunday morning
- Paging Dr Benway ...
- That obscure object of desire
- MR PUGH WANTS TO PLAY
8 Comments:
Neu but not, unfortunately, Neu!
indeed!
Promted by the scene in your pic, Anthony:
Up in The Lakes last year. Day visit to Barrow-in-Furness. Fist time ever. Looks like 1981. Day trip to Bedford last year. First time. Got off bus into 1982. Similar stories with Kettering, Wellingborough. I'm only here for 5 years; how can I be a tourist under these conditions? Barrow aside, growing up in the post-this post-that North West, I was led to believe the Midlands and the South didn't have places like Barrow. Lately, I've been to Tottenham. I feel I was cheated of a simple polarity during those growing up years, he said sarcastically. Northampton is hard work, though.
Typo... 'fist time...' - most appropriate re. Barrow.
Tottenham ... yes, I would make a sarky remark about Tottenham but we spent seven or so years living in New Cross so feel I'm in no position to do so. South East London in general tends to get sneered at but it has a few attractions. This Heat came from just up the road, and I believe Ted Milton, a particular hero of mine, lives in Deptford. Haven't managed to track him down but it would be great to bump into him in the street.
The place I grew up (Stanwell, an open-air lunatic asylum rotting away not so gently beside Heathrow Airport) had quite a few fist times ...
Somewhere near Wood Green, I am meaning... Chancey incident there whilst walking with a friend years ago. He said we were near Tottenham. I wouldn't know. I grew up in St. Helens, between Liverpool and Manchester; so I'd be the last one to 'look down upon' anywhere else. I'm in some way proud of that lineage, in fact; and not because (a) I got out (b) I proved myself better than the town etc. etc. It was rough, and without any charms. Beer and sport. I am interested in neither. Glass and the coal mines was all there was. No pits now. Pilkingtons a shadow of what it was. You had to be related to someone to get a job in either industry! I had no such luck! Hey life-story stuff, sorry...! But I fixed cars, working in engineering, warehouses, signed on, played in bands; then night school, we used to call it - GCSEs, A Levels; then Foundation, Degree, and onto Doctorate. Did teaching, artist-in-residence, art-historian-in-residence. But I still think all that early upbringing is in me, and I still feel very attached to it. I like the noises and the things of industry, just as much as I love the Lakeland fells and Scottish isles. I think the NW is a beautiful place - with, as you say of your neck of the woods, a 'few attractions'. That environment breeds stuff like This Heat. An old band of mine used to rehearse in The Ministry, Liverpool - Teardrop Explodes, Bunnymen, Pete Wiley, OMD in there. Another place - The Vulcan, Dock Road, also Liverpool, an old bonded warehouse, smelling of dead animals, Half Man Half Biscuit there. That's the namedropping. There was better stuff going on in each place which disappeared into the ether.
I'm getting misty-eyed.
Ninety nine per cent of gargoyles look like Tony Blair.
Nice to see you two hard at it. Keep it comingxxx
Well, what can you say about a fuckwit who states that when he said "a disaster" he didn't actually mean "a disaster"? There is Jesuitical reasoning and then there is mealy-mouthed, dishonest, cowardly refusal to face up to and take responsibility for one's words and actions.
semantics-u-like, blur-style
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