Sabotage

Cancer Bats (who?) with a fairly pointless note-for-note cover of The Beastie Boys incoherently noisy and shoutily awesome song Sabotage. Plus a goofy video. So why do I like it so much? Waaaaaaaaargh!

Harris. James Harris

This Saturday morning I was running round the basement of Newcastle’s Discovery Museum in a tuxedo and a shoulder holster pretending to be James Bond. I realise it’s the unlikeliest bit of Bond casting since Woody Allen got the gig, but goodness me it was fun.

They have rooms full of dead animals in that basement, and poisoned darts brought back from Captain Cooks voyages which are still contaminated with arsenic and other exotically painful death-lubes so strictly speaking eating down there was a) absolutely forbidden and b) potentially fatal. Glad I didn’t have to eat the crisps!

The 30 second extravanganza was written by Dave Jewell and directed by John AC Alllen for the Doritos King of Ads competition. I hope it does well for them both.

A Complaint

Dear The BBC,

I wish to complain about a programme I have heard about/read about (delete as applicable) in the Daily Express/Daily Mail.

I was outraged to hear/read that the programme featured a gay or gays being gay/that Jonathan Ross/some blacks/a political view I disagree with/lots of tits/not enough tits/two fucks and a cunt* and I wish to whinge on like a four-year-old who has accidentally stuck its favourite bit of Lego up its bumhole.

Waaah. Waaaaaaah. Waaah.

Yrs Sincerely

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*Note: Two fucks and a cunt does not refer to the presenters of Top Gear, a programme which I regard as exactly the kind of thing the BBC should be making more of.

The Art of The Story of Grass

This month at Peg Powler Gallery in Stockton there will be a preview of forthcoming attractions. One of those forthcoming attractions is The Story of Grass Exhibition which will be running in June. Mr Hughes and myself are really, really looking forward to seeing it, cos we haven’t got a fucking clue what it will look like. It’ll probably involve pictures and words in some way. We have big plans! We’re going to buy some frames and put stuff in them – that’s what artists do, isn’t it? And we’d like some boxes people can open too. Anyway:

April 13th, 20th, 27th : Peg Powler Preview Show

Find out more about Peg Powler Gallery, hang out, draw, make a zine, meet people and check out our art library over a cuppa.

pegpowler.blogspot.com/

I will see you there, will I?

Messing With Minds. One-Man Vigilante.

Which, as a title for an interview with me, is mint but it does make me sound cooler than I really am ie not cool. I honestly don’t remember doing this interview with Mesh Magazine. In fact, I could have sworn I’d never heard of Mesh Magazine before today, but such is life when your memory is swiss-cheesed like Sam Beckett’s.

Anyway, here is an interview I suppose I must have given:

Messing With Minds. One-Man Vigilante.

It must’ve been a while ago, like last year some time, cos I didn’t try to plug The Story of Grass or anything. Have I told you about The Story of Grass, by the way? Available now, if you know where to look…

2010 Goes Mental

Sweet Jesus it’s been a heck of a year so far. My head is a little spinny because I don’t feel like I’ve had the chance to sit down recently, and when my bum doesn’t get parked occasionally the top of my head goes wibble.

It’s all making me a bit giggly. At the risk of jinxing everything, so far this year:

Me and Ms Laura Degnan may have got a job as documentary filmmakers with a new art gallery. We are supposed to make around 100 short films for them this year. Tee hee.

This week I had an audition for a TV company which wants to make comedy stuff. I am apparently now “on their radar” as an actor for either working on existing scripts or developing new ones for me to be in. Tee heeeee!

Me and Mr Gus Hughes will be exhibiting an art show at a gallery in a couple of months. What?

Work continues on the Uninvisibles sketch show, due in Edinburgh in August. Hoo-wah!

And I bought some new jeans and a jumper the other week which are quite nice. Tee hee!

I am genuinely a bit befuddled by life at the moment, but in a good way. Which makes a nice change. And even if it all comes crashing down tomorrow, I’m having a really fun and interesting time so far this year.

Quack.