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Saturday, 7 February 2009

Guardian All Ears 7th February



(Article by Michael Holden)

Just when you think you’ve sniffed outall the premier eavesdropping locations, a new one presents itself. This time it was Argos-one of an elite group of environments where it’s almost impossible not to have a pen. I was leafing through the catalogue when I became conscious of a young couple opposite who perusing the goods on offer with a whimsical air that made me wonder whether they were actually shopping or had just come in to get out of the rain.

Woman: (turning what she saw into a demented low level chant) “Lava lamp, lava lamp, love it, love it, love it!”

Man: (oblivious, reading a catalogue of his own) “Where would I put I mirror?”

Woman: “ You know the shower head in your bathroom? I don’t like it.”

Man: (looking up) “Well you don’t have to have it spraying like that, you can change the settings.”

Woman (already moving on) “Shoe tree!”

Man: (flatly) “Get one.”

Woman (pointing at something I couldn’t see) “We so need that.”

Man: (looking across, smiling) “Mick has got one of those in room, it so made me laugh.”

Woman: “I might get this hook that goes on the back of the door.”

Man: (without looking) “Get it.”

Woman (pressing on into the catalogue’s outer limits) “We could get a cooler, for when summer comes.”

Man: (absorbing without rancour what seemed to me to be an absurd proposal) “I guess so. It’ll be so warm.”

Woman: (pressing on) “We need a bedside light, I hate getting up to turn it off and on.”

Man: “Yeah. It’s horrible.”

Woman: “I wish our bed had drawers underneath.”

Man: “It does.”

Woman: “But you have to lift the mattress up to get in them!”

Man: (without hesitation) “Yeah, but that’s much better for dust.”

Woman: “God you’re gay, gay in a good way.”

Man: (as though struck by a vision of the promised land) “Let’s go to Ikea.”

Thursday, 5 February 2009

New York sketchbook (slight return)





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New York sketchbook part 2



New York sketchbook





Bluenote NYC 6th Jan 2009







Assortment of sketches from a Bill Frisell, Ron Carter, Paul Motian gig at the Bluenote in New York & an assortment of takes on a rather 'excitable' punter who was eventually removed... 'don't tell ME what the fucking Bluenote is all about!' - priceless!
(Pity we got possibly the worst service in New York city @ the Bluenote!)

Saturday, 31 January 2009

Guardian All Ears 31st January



Drawing this brought back memories of 'The Tin Drum' by Günther Grass where the mother, traumatised by a fishing incident involving a horses head & numerous eels, gorges herself on fish for two weeks & dies.
As a bit of a fish-phobic this has always struck me as a distinctly unpleasant mode of death - I'm hoping to be crushed & killed instantly by a falling piano (which I have failed to observe because it's 6 in the morning, I'm 90 years old & emerging from a really stunning party...


(Article by Michael Holden)

I was having breakfast in a café next to a couple of men who were eating together but reading quietly from separate newspapers until one of them begun unprompted to assess the pitfalls of cohabitation.

Man 1 (putting down his paper and looking at his food - a kipper) “You can argue about anything if you’re not careful.”

Man 2 (thinking he’d missed something) “Eh?”

Man 1 “At home, it’s a minefield, right?. The other day I saw a programme about the Elizabethans, it said the used to eat more fish than we do. So I said to the wife about this and she says, “Well I eat plenty of fish,” as though it was sort of an accusation, something she had to defend herself from-eating less fish than an Elzabethan.”

Man 2 “Yeah, well. Women can be like that.”

Man 1 (continuing the aquatic theme) “Yeah but I took that bait though. I’ve started having a go.”

Man 2 (confused) “About what?”

Man 1 “About who eats more fish. I said look I’ll have a kipper, like I am now, or I’ll have a roll mop, we might have fish and chips for tea.”

Man 2 “I don’t like a roll mop.”

Man 1 (ignoring him) “The point is I (+I)definitely(-I) eat more fish than her. No question. But then she says, ‘Oh I have a bit of tuna for lunch sometimes, when you’re out.’ I said ‘when am I out? I’m in all fucking day!’ Which to be fair is part of the problem-but anyway, I said, ‘are you telling me you’re putting away tuna on the sly?’ And she’s taken that the wrong way, so then it’s all about her and her weight!”

Man 2 (looking at his empty plate) “Oh dear.”

Man 1 “So then it was a proper issue, and, this I think is what you might say was ironic, I ended up taking her out for dinner.”

Man 2 “Ridiculous innit?”

Man 1 (Unrepentant) Yeah, well. She started it.