the cutty sark.

May 21, 2007

cuttysark.jpgThis is really sad. I remember the old man taking me to the Cutty Sark as a child with the family.

Such a shame. If some prat did start this deliberately (they’re saying they saw people in the area before on CCTV) they’re an absolute 100% wanker.

Maybe give them a fiver. Help them out.

J.

celebrity skin.

February 26, 2007

goody.jpgI don’t wanna get on my high horse about celebrity and all that but this is just so transparent. So I am. Now Jade Goody, the prat off Big Brother, is in India. “A private visit.” If it’s so private, why are the paparazzi following you around everywhere? They couldn’t have been tipped off by your agent could they? You could go on a private visit, get a private plane, go into a hotel and tour the place. Don’t make a public entrance and tell everyone where you’re gonna eat a curry.  This is a woman who got £250 K or something like that (unaccurate stat) siphoned off her bank account before she even realised. She could fucking afford a private visit if she wanted.

This is a violent, aggressive, bully who was meant to represent an anti-bullying charity?

This is a lass who was accused of being racist, was stage-managed to an easy exit, got an easy ride in an interview that hardly even broached the subject, came out, went into ‘rehab’. Why did she get an easy interview? Who cares if her and Davina McCall have the same agent? This incest-esque relationship shouldn’t affect the programme. And now this new stuff about going to India. It’s everywhere, it was on the news.

Why do people eat this shit?

The celebrity skin is the persona, I suppose.

J.

i have a dream…

January 2, 2007

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in my head.

red zebra

I have a dream that one day a group will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “i see ma’ bebe, well she’s so fine.”

I have a dream that one day on the dancefloor of London town, the offspring of band members and groupies will be able to sit down together at the table of red zebra.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Essex, a state sweltering with the heat of binge drinking, sweltering with the heat of cheap sex, will be transformed into an oasis of beautiful music and animal noises.

I have a dream that my three little monkeys will one day appear on a stage where they will not be judged by the smell of their bodies but by the content of their songs.

I have a dream today…  an evening with red zebra + friends.

This is our hope, and this is our faith that I go back to the underworld with.

red zebra. x.

P.S. not that I’m trying to devalue what ol’ MLK was saying.