Friday, 30 March 2012

fingers in a few pies

the photography here is often of a quotidian bent - the oddness of the familiar, the beauty of the ordinary, the striking nature of the commonplace. sometimes this runs to images that could cause an unbidden pricking of the tear duct, an unexplainable twanging of the strings of the heart. pathos is there, maybe. or bathos. or something. 


there are sites with which this one, then, have something in common - those that aggregate images that are a little bit sad in ways you can't always explain. some invite contributions. this is my england is keen to contribute and offerings of this sort have been accepted at:


Sad Stuff on the Street:
UNLOVED GLOVE:

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

the desert winds will wear all of this to nothing

What is the game of football to you? Is it about making that same journey you've been making for decades? Getting off at the same bus stop, the same train station, the same tube station and zigzagging through those same streets of terraced houses? Is it about sitting on a plastic seat on much the same spot where your grandfather used to stand? Is the smell of greasy meat and dark, slimy onions? Is it about your dad saying "when this was a wooden stand, you could smell the embrocation fumes coming up from the players' dressing room"? Is it about your dad getting a tear in his eye when he suddenly realises that today's match is being played on the anniversary of his father's death? Is it about your dad recalling the things his old man used to shout out? ("I've seen better on the Scrubs", "get a squib up your arse", "get 'im, George", "the greyhounds are at the White City")...

Is it about the triumph of vague hope over hard-won experience? Is it about going up to Chesterfield to see your lot ship a load of second-half goals as hard Derbyshire rain stings your face and churns your meat pie to mud? Is it about celebrating a 1-0 win over Grimsby Town as if you'd won a cup? Is it about getting excited by the club signing someone else's cast-off on a season-long loan?

Is it about seeing the same old faces year after year? Is it about the club being the last trace of your family's roots in a neighbourhood from which every last one of your relatives scattered many, many years ago?

Or it is about a horribly dystopian vision of global consumer culture like this?



See how the badge and the words "EMOTIONAL BRAND" are formed only briefly from grains of desert sand that quickly mix back into the gritty Arabian wind. This is quite right. None of this will last. Long after Dubai, Abu Dhabi and Ras al Khaimah have disappeared under the shifting desert dunes; long after Emiratisation has proven to be a pipe dream; long after the last drops of oil and water have been consumed - people will gather at ordinary little football clubs to watch below-average players kick a bag of wind. All this other stuff will pass.

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

We only care about SOME abusive trolls?

Today brings the news that the infamous Twitter troll Liam Stacey will suffer pretty serious consequences as a result of his deplorable comments on the day that Bolton Wanderers midfielder Fabrice Muamba lay stricken on the pitch at White Hart Lane. Having first tweeted "LOL. Fuck Muamba he's dead !!! #Haha", he then got involved in slanging matches with people who reacted angrily. Along the way, his ensuing remarks included  "go suck a nigger dick" and "go suck muamba's dead black dick". Such was the level of interest and indignation among the online public that this usually sleepy blog received almost 50,000 hits when first reporting on the Swansea student's horrible antics.

Young Mr. Stacey now has fifty-six days in jail ahead of him, during which he can reflect on the wisdom of sharing one's darker thoughts via a medium with the reach and immediacy of Twitter.

In its short life, this blog has offered readers the opportunity to glimpse into the disordered minds of some particularly aggressive individuals. Liam Stacey is just the most recent and is probably the most widely known. But each of them has gained some degree of infamy.

Very recently, we met Oliver Warren, a young man from Derby. Warren's reaction to the plight of Bolton's Fabrice Muamba was in some ways worse than Liam Stacey's. While Warren is innocent of the kind of racially aggravated public order offence for which Liam Stacey will now do time, his reaction to the angry remonstration of a female tweeter came in the form of a vile threat that was surely in breach of the Communications Act (2003).


Oliver Warren has since deleted the Twitter account from which this threat of genital mutilation was made. But of course he could now very easily be tweeting anonymously. As it stands, there is nothing in the public domain to suggest that he has been apprehended. Unlike Liam Stacey, Oliver Warren does not seem to be of interest to the mainstream media. Bartel Scheers writes at Lemonsblack, a blog that "is exploring and provoking the challenges for the digital world", with a focus "on how technology integrates with traditional life, media, art and culture blurring the line between the virtual and real worlds." In a piece on how some people have brought "crash and burn personal branding" upon themselves on social networks, Scheers notes that Warren has walked away untouched from his own stupidity. To date, unless any readers can offer examples, no other blogger - much less any mainstream media outlet - has paid any attention to Oliver Warren.

Perhaps we can take this to mean that while the media feel there will be public interest in racist slurs about a famous sportsman, a person threatening to stab a young woman in the vagina is a non-story, even if directly connected to the same incident which gained such massive coverage. The local newspapers in Derby have certainly been contacted regarding Mr. Warren. So far, there has been no response from these regional media outlets. But Warren is out there somewhere and even if the authorities and the newspapers decline to chase him down, it is perhaps to be hoped that the next person to whom he applies for a job will take the increasingly common precaution of checking out his digital footprint.

Monday, 26 March 2012

they keep whitewashing

that camden sloganeer is at it again,
still lashing at the banks,
still marking out the same places,
like here, right outside a job centre;
they keep whitewashing and
he (she?) keeps chip, chip
chipping away.


Sunday, 25 March 2012

loony left BBC bias fudges the issue of the day

Turned on the TV this morning. A nicely balanced panel of guests on the The Andrew Marr Show was there to represent all shades of political opinion as the news items of the day were reviewed. The threesome chatting with Queen Liz's enthusiastically reverent brown-noser were former Telegraph editor Max Hastings, Tim Montgomerie of Conservative Home and some journalist from that mouthpiece of firebrand socialism, The Times. Typical BBC left-wing bias.

Calmly and sounding rather bored by it all, the panellists discussed the big story of the morning, the caught-red-handed video footage in which one Peter Cruddas reveals that for £250K, you can have dinner with David Cameron and the lovely Samantha, with the opportunity to influence Government policy over millionaires' shortbread and Eton mess. Cruddas is the shady and shabby billionaire bookie given the job of raising extra funds for the Conservative Party. As a spread-betting supremo, he has got rich while not creating any real additional wealth or contributing anything of value to the economy. Spread-betting is a legal form of theft and is one of most immoral and reprehensible things you can conceivably do. It penalises thrift and patience and is a way of using money you don’t have to lever share prices downwards, thereby destroying the life savings of more honest and more naive investors.

Montgomerie brushed off the significance of the story. "I do very much doubt that donors can simply buy policies and laws," he opined. Overall, there was a weary air of "the public expect this sort of thing so it's no big deal". That's alright then. No need to be angry. A small tut of disapproval ought to suffice. Then get back to mowing your lawn, bitching about a fat person on last night's TV singing contest or whatever it is that seems more important than the very obvious fact that you live in a gangster state no less corrupt than Putin's Russia.

Balls to all that. The most astute summary and reaction comes from Mark McGowan, the Artist Taxi Driver:



Right. You can get back to creosoting your fence or painting your toenails or whatever now.

Saturday, 24 March 2012

a spoonful of bullshit

WARNING: the video embedded below is kinda NSFW... depending on your workplace...

it's also somewhat injurious to sanity, maybe... proof, as if it were needed, that life never stops throwing up reasons for us to wring our hands and wail "taste! what's become of good taste!"

in the aftermath of the Kony 2012 video and its 100 million online hits came the big backlash against the credentials, principles and thinking of its creators...

then came the news that the film's director (and co-founder of the seemingly very questionable charity group behind it) has been arrested in San Diego for masturbating in public...

strange times...

even in this context, though, this video is especially weird. here we have one Bree Olson (star of 200+ porno movies and former live-in "goddess" of the batshit Charlie Sheen) making her contribution to the discussion. in her voiceover, she argues that the dodgy credentials of the Kony 2012 video's promoters notwithstanding, we should remain energised by its message and determined to do something to help the distressed Ugandan people it depicts. along the way, she alternates between still pictures of Ugandan horrors with footage of herself writhing around half-naked.

shameless and deplorable attention-seeking, capitalising with incredible tastelessness on the plight of the brutalised children of East Africa, you might say. Ms. Olson's response? "Right now you're watching a video of me outdoors in California, interspersed with pictures of the effect Joseph Kony had on the people of Uganda. I put the two together because I know a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down."

BEGGARS. BELIEF.


Wednesday, 21 March 2012

BOLD BERT

bert is getting braver,
showing his face
on the high street,
all big style
and that