Sunday, 30 September 2012

Mr C around town, part XVIII

Oh to be in England in the summer. Or kind of in the summer, in Malika's garden, full of rare shrubs and flowers and birds and bees and cigarette trees and all that. Says Mr C, "Malika was feeling the rapture, I was feeling the rapture. I saw this butterfly beat its wings and 6,000 miles away a tidal wave engulfed hyperbole"

Saturday, 29 September 2012

Mr C around town, part XVII

Seamus was kind enough to take Mr C to Blackpool at the weekend where they enjoyed many lumpen frivolities, imbibing too much alcohol, eating loads of chicken nuggets and shouting and swearing and being sick on the pavement

Friday, 28 September 2012

Mr C around town, part XVI

Mr C loves fine dining and when he heard there were some rich folk eating in a fancy dining car he thought to himself well they're most pobbably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars so rushed down to join them. Lucky for him Ches was taking time out from her relentless Taichizo schedule and had copped a few margaritas before he got there. Initially she had not been a fan of course, due to the use of some of the vocabulary, but at this point she threw caution to the wind and screamed "Hallelujah! I'm a believer!" And when Gee heard the commotion well she had to get in there too

Thursday, 27 September 2012

Mr C around town, part XV

Gentle reader, a short interlude and soon we'll back on tour with Mr C. It seems that Mr C has sort of caused a split in the feminist movement, mostly due to his insistence on using a certain kind of crude vocabulary. This is something Mr C takes very seriously so the little people back in the office sought some clarification on the matter and were pleased to hear from Christine Redfern, author of Qui est Ana Mandieta? who kindly set the record straight.

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Mr C around town, part XIV

He's already been to Paris, already been to Rome, but what did he do but miss his home? "Actually, no," says Mr C, "not at all." To be fair, Mr C was feeling sort of stateless at the time and when Smita was showing Mr C around Florida and they happened upon the Kennedy Space Center, well a sort of destiny thing happened. To cut a long story short, expect to see lots of little Cunties on Titan soon. Soon in the cosmic sense of course, but soon enough anyway

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Mr C around town, part XIII

Nelly, drummer for the Lurkers, fully endorses Mr C and all associated c-stuff. Says Mr C: "Hanging out with the lads from the Lurkers was top dollar, I had the best time. I’m paying for it now of course, in spades, clubs, diamonds and hearts." Shine on, Mr C, and get some rest, this tour is far from over. Photos courtesy Johnny Parkerrek Archive



Mr C loves a good knees-up. Steve Racket, guitarist for the Lurkers, demonstrates a sort of Hegelian-Faustian take on the auld J Geils Band favourite in which, of course, Mr C’s blood ran cold when he found out his asshole was in the centrefold. Have another drink, Mr C, and all. will be well



This may be both the cutest and most literary picture of Mr C’s meetngreet tour so far, in which our good friend Murray Ramone, executive creative director of the world-famouse Shock And Awe management consultancy arrives at a sort of total agreement with some of Mr C’s high-faluting conceptual stuffs

Monday, 24 September 2012

Notes from a room, part XXVII

With only three months to go we are very lucky to have sorted out our rules for Christmas Eve already. Belle tells me that mummy helped a lot with these but especially rule number six.

Saturday, 22 September 2012

Great funeral songs #1 — Rockaway Beach

See you on the beach, Tommy. See you on the beach, Joey. See you on the beach, Dee Dee.









Friday, 21 September 2012

Mr C around town, part XII

Mr C relaxing and boozing after the Someday All The Adults Will Die event at the Hayward Gallery the other night with some of the world's most eminent zinesters. From left to right: Michael (Kill Your Pet Puppy), Graham (New Crimes), Tony (Ripped & Torn), Chris (Parkinsons, Apostles). Says Mr C: "The show was ace and I loved the Kill Your Pet Puppy, New Crimes and Ripped & Torn stuff the best. Oh and Gee V's stuff of course."

Photo courtesy Chris Low Archive

Thursday, 20 September 2012

Mr C around town, part XI

Sous les pavés la plage. Et sous la plage.. la plage encore

Monsieur C loves the beach. "See you on yon beach" he said, perhaps a bit affectedly. And he meant it too, both in the physical and the metaphysical sense, but mostly in a sort of acceptance of his own lack of proximity to a beach. Luckily good auld Smita was kind enough to take him at his word. "C'est la plage!" says Monsieur C, "C'est la vie! Mais n'oubliez jamais, c'est la guerre en plus!"

Monday, 10 September 2012

Famille Arigâteau

Sitting here in Queens
Eating refried beans
We're in all the magazines
Gulping down thorazines

Photo by Ronald Thomas

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Professor Tommy "Il Tomasino" Thomas is in town

Our good friend and brother Ronni Thomas is in town for a lecture he's giving tomorrow night in sunny Hackney. His plane was a day late but we managed to have a quite excellent lost 24 hours in Les Londres, taking in the Guns of Brixton and the banks of the mighty Thames, as well as rocking on down to Electric Avenue of course. Belle even managed to score a new hat. See you on yon beach!







Saturday, 8 September 2012

Mr C around town, part X

Today Mr C has been dominating the Yorkshire skyline outside the prestigious Henry Moore Gallery in Leeds. Mr C loves high art of course and was especially pleased that brother Seamus composed this fabulous end-of-summer picture using the golden section. Mr C loves going for gold obviously and that lovely super8-ish texture round the edges reminds Mr C of all the wonderful childhood holidays he never actually had.

Friday, 7 September 2012

Raindance Film Festival poster

Raindance is officially still a film festival in London, 2012. The image this year is by the multi-fabulous Gee Vaucher.

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Mr C around town, part IX

Mr C relaxing in Edinburgh again, this time behind the closed doors of the broad, majestic Cenny public haus. Is the glass half-full or half-empty? I'd say it's half-empty of course but you'd have to ask Murray, executive creative director of the world-famouse Shock And Awe management consultancy, who explains that "it's all in the camera angle". I agree with Murray.


"We need to make books cool again. If you go home with someone and they don't have books, don't fuck them" said John Waters. No worries there for young Roger, he's got loads of cool books of course.


Mr C grew up on the cutting/bleeding edge of a living death in a new-build Brookside-style estate on the outskirts of Colchester. "There was a lot of attrition" he says, "so I'm always pleased to experience things from a gentler perspective". Here we see Fenris (aka The Wolf) getting to grips with Mr C and starting a trend for mirror-reading through shards of mixed charcoal and light. "Bravo!" says Mr C, "vive la différence!"


Mr C continues the meetngreet with a tour of the Homes & Gardens of Buckinghamshire and Hertfordshire organised by my auld china plate Simon. Here we see part one, in Quainton, Bucks. Says Mr C "I'm really enjoying this part, I feel I'm really getting to know the people of Merrie Englande, and that they're as interested as I am in spreading the love."


Part two of the Homes & Gardens of Buckinghamshire and Hertfordshire tour. Here we see Mr C twisting by the pool in Berkhamsted, Herts, with his minder during the last days of Summer 2012. "Ain't life sweet?" says Mr C. Ain't it though?


Part three of the Homes & Gardens tour and Mr C is back in Quainton, Bucks for some proper job rest and relaxation. "Hearts and minds" says Mr C, "that's what it's all about. And I owe it all to Joseph Goebbels, Lawd Coe and that pig on the wire. What was his name again? Oh yes, Boris Johnson. What a great agency we make."

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Bowiefest n that

I went to see Absolute Beginners at Bowiefest at the ICA with Phil on Sunday afternoon. The last time we saw it together was early 1986. Apparently there are some people who don't rate it but I think they must be nuts because truly it is the greatest film ever made. Belle and her friend Dora also saw Labyrinth and I believe their experience was of a similar quality.

And I think I'm right in saying that this is the first time in nearly half a century that an Arigâteau original has been exhibited at the ICA. A momentous time then for Merrie Englande.

Photo credits: above by Belle, below by Phil


Monday, 3 September 2012

Tom's Fantastic Art Club n that

Me and Belle went to Tom's Fantastic Art Club at Dial House this weekend but I sort of completely forgot to take any pictures. It was ace of course.

Sunday, 2 September 2012

School n that

Look, if you don't like cute then please don't watch.


Saturday, 1 September 2012

Walthamstow n that

Belle and Maddie went on the Lady Godiva Parade together. Looks Olympics-ish but isn't really if you know what I mean. Now think on.