Not Enough Cheese

Being flakey

2012-01-31T02:02:00.000Z

Me, when it comes to physical exercise.

I missed soccer practice again last night as I needed to be home for a birthday parcel delivery. I haven’t actually been to soccer practice for about a month now and am feeling pretty guilty about this. Given my lack of teaching experience, the one thing I have going for me in this job is reliability. Therefore, when I start letting other teachers down and not turning up to things that I said I’d be at, I am effectively making myself redundant. There are several reasons for why I have been so flakey about attending the practice sessions, but I can’t really talk about them here without going into detail about my school. Needless to say, none of these things are a good excuse for my repeated absence and I will definitely be attending regularly again in the next few weeks, which coincidentally will also be when it starts to get warmer. Yes-that’s right-we are nearly on the other side of winter. In a month’s time, it will begin to warm up and we can look forward to the famous cherry blossom and that third season called “spring” that I’ve heard so much about.

Melody mentioned in her blog that she thinks her standard of written English has become more erratic since arriving here and I think that has happened to me too. It’s strange that writing English is a skill that you need to practice, even when you have been doing it for nearly 30 years. I started writing my first novel when I was still in the womb, by the way. It was awesome.

So, I finally got round to watching Before Sunrise again. My feelings towards this film have always been a little ambivalent. When I first saw it, I found Ethan Hawke’s character exceptionally irritating. At the same time, they were just so drippy and teenager-ey that I couldn’t get into it. So it was interesting that I found myself really liking it this time around. Whereas all the pretentious, self-obsessed conversations had annoyed me in the past, I actually found them quite endearing on this occasion. I think that the self-obsessed pretentiousness was probably included deliberately and that you’re not actually meant to take it all that seriously. I have Before Sunset lined up for later in the week and I suspect that it will be even more poignant now that I’ve warmed to the original incarnation of the characters.

This made me want to visit Vienna.

Teachers are dropping like flies today. One of my co-teachers has made it in despite having the flu. I always thought that if you had the flu, you basically had no choice but to miss work. People often say they have the flu when they just have a cold, but the flu totally knocks you out and incapacitates you, right? Well my co-worker definitely has the flu and yet, there she is, right in front of me. Now obviously, I work in the public sector in the UK and there is a very different (some would say permissive) attitude towards taking time off there. But if you have a situation where blatantly sick people are coming into school even though they can’t walk properly and keep semi-fainting, then that isn't good. What has been nice though is how much other colleagues have cared for this co-worker and made sure she is okay. People really look out for each other here. I have some mushroom soup in the freezer that I think I might lend her when I nip home at lunchtime.

Birthday plans have been made. It will be low-key. It will involve dinner and an overnight stay at Hattoji. It will not involve a woman (or a Time Lord) jumping out of a giant cake. I’m hoping it does involve cake in some form though.

Good Enough

2012-01-30T00:57:00.003Z

Sunday was an especially lazy day, even for me. It started ambitiously. My intention was to get up around 9, wash up in the kitchen, give the bedroom a much needed tidy and then settle down to some Japanese vocabulary learning. By the evening I would do some proper cooking, before maybe relaxing with a movie.

I got out of bed at about 10.30 and immediately settled down with a movie. I didn’t move all that much from my sofa for the rest of the day. The first movie was the bloody and disturbing Kill List, a sort of horror/thriller from Ben Wheatley. It’s a particularly violent film and at times quite difficult to watch. There’s one especially nasty scene in which someone is tortured with a hammer. You get very used to the camera cutting away at the crucial moment in films like this. But in Kill List’s case, that never happens.

Tyres!

After a quick pit stop for unhealthy snacks, I settled down with the aim of watching Before Sunrise and Before Sunset in an epic double bill. I’ve always preferred the latter but wanted to give the former another chance. But I kept getting distracted by Skype calls and the strong feeling of guilt that comes from wasting a day in a foreign country. Seriously, when you spend a lazy Sunday in the UK, you sometimes feel a bit guilty afterwards. But doing it in Japan multiplies that by 10. Any wasted time leads to the feeling of “Shouldn’t I be out there exploring and being generally youthful and fabulous?”

I was very jealous of K-Chan, who the previous day had headed to Osaka Spa World for an afternoon of Europe-themed hot springs. I am needing to treat myself a lot right now, just to maintain my mood. A lot of people are feeling stressed, ill, depressed, confused and generally a bit worse for wear at the moment. I’ve had to consciously push myself to stay active. The deadline for re-contracting is coming up and many of the JETs are still on the fence. At the same time, it’s dark outside and cold inside which, along with the annual flu outbreak, has got many people down.

I still feel pretty good though. I think it helps that I have the crutch of a job to return to. Also, being here with someone else makes a huge amount of difference as one thing that people struggle with is the lack of friends to communicate with. I have my best friend out here with me, so I always have someone to talk to. The only thing that has bothered me really is that I would have liked to have been better at Japanese by now. I still don’t feel I can have a real conversation in Japanese with my friends and co-workers. This is a little frustrating, given that I have been working really hard at my Japanese since I got here. I think it’s just a very hard language and all the work will eventually accumulate. My worry is that as soon as I get half-decent at it, I will be returning to the UK.

Is Data a bit of a stereotype?

The head of English Club asked me to recommend some films so they could have a new DVD selection. Amongst the films I chose was The Goonies. I was looking forward to watching this with my students as I felt the level of English was not too difficult and that it was quite a visual movie. Also, The Goonies rules. It was only when John and Suz reminded me of the casual racism that I started to worry. I mean, Data is a bit of an ethnic stereotype isn’t he? Look at these Asians and their crazy love of technology! Isn’t the Dad sweet with his silly camera! When he says “booby traps” it sounds like “booty twats”! I’m a bit worried there’s gonna be a diplomatic incident when they see it.

Let's Go Island!

2012-01-29T02:39:00.000Z

It’s a beautiful, sunny day in Okayama and I’m sat in my bedroom/living room/laundry room listening to the weekly Kermode and Mayo film review podcast.Since I arrived in Japan, podcasts have become an increasingly central part of my weekly routine. I like the brief reminders of daily life in England and the semblance of normality they bring to what’s otherwise a pretty irregular weekly schedule.In particular, the Kermode and Mayo podcast people often fail to remove the traffic updates from their show, which means I get a reassuring reminder of tailbacks on the M4/north circular etc.

The mustard lawns

Yesterday I visited Korakuen garden to get a tour from an English speaking guide. It’s been a while since I last visited and the lawns have turned a musty yellow, the flowers are more or less hibernating and the cranes appeared cold and cranky. I found out that a large part of the garden was once used for horse racing and that they set fire to most of the lawn each February in order to re-grow it fresh and green for the spring. I love the element of choice that Japanese gardens provide, by giving you a number of different routes that you can take, each providing a different experience. You sometimes feel like you’re being manipulated by the designer, but in a way that you’re happy to surrender yourself to. I also found out that part of the garden was bombed during World War 2, which was the first time I’ve heard of damage to Okayama from that period. It used to be much larger, extending right up to where the Symphony Hall now is, in effect taking up most of the Eastern part of the city.

The "Crow Castle" overlooks the park.

I love this little water wheel, just near the entrance.

Saturday evening was spent in arcades and izakayas, consuming large quantities of ramen, edamame and tempura. I’m starting to get really obsessed with a particular arcade game called “Let’s Go Island!” where you play an irritating Western couple on holiday. They are cruising along having fun and then get attacked by pirates and mutant fish. This particular version has a “3D” element which basically means it spurts jets of cold air in your face at regular intervals whilst sharks appear to be jumping out of the screen straight at you. Your characters have machine guns but there’s a good bit where they decide to forsake the guns and take on a 40ft mutant octopus by hitting golfballs at it. This technique proves to be surprisingly effective.

I slipped up on the nicotine front. I have no willpower whatsoever.

Let's go to the wild west and eat some poultry

2012-01-26T04:02:00.000Z

I have been getting very restless lately and it’s not just the result of forsaking cigarettes or turning 30 next week. I have a real urge to do more travelling and am researching like crazy to decide where to go. February looks as if it will be busy with a trip to either Tokyo, Kyushu, Kyoto or Nagano. As you can see, I’m very decisive. I also want to see a bit more of Okayama, so we may go to an old village called Hittoji for my birthday. It looks really pretty, has a huge cauldron bath and a wild west themed restaurant that does duck nabe (a kind of stew/hotpot). What more could you want?

Most excitingly, I am heading up north for the Yuki Matsuri or “Snow Festival” in Sapporo. We had a brief snowstorm yesterday, but that merely whet my appetite for more of the cold stuff. All the teachers I work with keep saying how much they dislike snow. I don’t really understand this, as to me, snow remains an exciting treat. I want to know if kids are allowed to have snowball fights in Japan. I suspect not. I suspect that they act very seriously and treat it as an inconvenience rather than something to be celebrated. But maybe the enjoyment of rare snow is universal and the kids can’t help themselves?

I have had some really strange conversations about the weather since it turned cold, back in November. One common question has been “Is it colder in the UK than it is in Japan?” There is a common implication that the weather in Okayama is better and more comfortable than anywhere else, both in Japan and in the rest of the world. However cold it gets, it is always said to be much colder in Kyoto, even when there is clear evidence to the contrary. My usual response is “they’re about the same”. But if I’m in a slightly irritable mood, I will say “well they are about the same but we usually have central heating indoors”. I realize that sounds smug-that’s not quite how I usually phrase it.

Elementary school students have to wear shorts for the whole of winter. They run through the streets in groups in order to keep warm (they all walk to school-which is awesome, by the way). I once asked a teacher if she ever felt bad that they were so cold and she replied “Yes, but they are very genki (lively and healthy) so they are okay.” Similarly, all the girls at my school wear skirts with long socks but no tights. This means that they are constantly freezing and they often enter the classroom with a blanket wrapped around their blue legs. The response to this was “They don’t feel the cold”. I think from the above, I sound like I’m going around telling people that they are doing things wrong, but it really isn’t like that-I’m usually really careful to avoid anything that sounds like “this makes no sense to me” or “In Britain, things are better because…”. I don’t even think those things as there is so much here that is better than in the UK. However, this is something that I just can’t get my head around.

Many of my students thought that Britain had large amounts of snow, Japanese Alps-scale mountains and was deeply humid in summer. Three or four times, well educated adults have told me, with a sense of pride, that Japan has four seasons, as if the concept of seasons is something that is unique to Japan. In some ways this reflects the Japanese obsession with seasonality and doing specific things at particular times of year. I feel like the changing of seasons is something that is really celebrated here. The weather forecasts will show, for example, how the wave of of cherry blossoms have spread up Japan from south to north. So at any time during the spring, you will know where to go in order to find the most beautiful cherry blossoms. A similar process occurs for the beautiful autumn leaves that you get here. There are commonly agreed places which are good to go for the maple leaves in autumn or for cherry blossom in spring. I love that people actually make time to do this stuff and design outdoor spaces with such attention to detail.

Which reminds me. I am visiting Korakuen with my English group at the weekend. Sometimes I forget that I am a proper responsible adult who is entrusted to take kids on school outings. And then I am happy that I get paid (yes paid!) to go to a beautiful garden with some of the nicest kids you would ever meet and to walk around chatting for a couple of hours. I’m actually very lucky.

Summer was a long time ago.

2012-01-25T12:04:00.001Z

I've just come across this video from JefflesinJapan that captures some of the best bits of our Orientation Week back in August. I mainly like this video for a) Beautiful shots of Korakuen,, b) Shiraishi looking like a tropical paradise-It sort of is, but as Jeff implies, it also isn't all that interesting, c) For reminding me of the beautiful, if sweaty, Okayama summer and d) You can overhear me regurgitating jokes from South Park on the walk to the park and thinking myself witty. I am not witty. In any way.

Meat. Meat. Meat.

2012-01-25T00:42:00.003Z

This has been a week of meat, starting with an epic bacon-based tabehodai on Friday night (tabehodai is where you can eat and drink as much as you want for a limited period) and culminating last night with a visit to our favourite yakiniku restaurant in Okayama. Yakiniku is where you sit at a table with a circular flame grill at the centre and are given thinly sliced, marinated pieces of meat and vegetables. You cook them yourself, BBQ style, dip them in a sauce and then eat. The quality of these places is quite variable, but the best restaurants seem to be those where you are given charcoal grills, rather than a gas flame, on which to cook. So essentially it’s the difference between a charcoal BBQ and a gas BBQ.

There are many Japanese dishes (although yakiniku itself is of Korean origin) which are cooked at the table and which involve some element of work by the eater. I like this way of eating as it is very sociable and allows you to cook things according to your own personal taste. Also, there’s something about cooking over an open flame that will always be fun. Maybe it’s the caveman thing.

“Stop going on about your tights” was K-Chan’s* instruction last night. I will stop soon, but am really luxuriating in having warm legs. Why have I been missing out on this for 29.9 years? On inspecting myself in the mirror, I had hoped to see ballerina calves staring back at me. I guess in some ways they were kind of flattering compared to bare legs (the legs of tall skinny men always look ridiculous), but tights are no cure for knobbly knees. Now that’s it. I will say no more about the tights!

*The Lady took issue with me calling her “The Lady”, both for historical blog reasons (someone else had been called “The Lady” on a previous blog…) and possibly also for the Thatcher connotations. So I have decided to call her K-Chan. Chan is an affectionate term and whilst it’s often used by small kids to their friends, people also use it for things like Hello Kitty, who is referred to as “Kitty Chan”. So K-Chan it is. Unless she tells me not to. Apparently I’m not allowed to call her The Shrike in a reference to B.S. Johnson. There are good reasons for this also.

Artsokayama

2012-01-24T00:37:00.002Z

So, I am no longer in London. I am now in the city of Okayama which is in the south-west of Japan. In exciting news, I am wearing tights today for the first time. Yes-until now I always thought long underwear was something other people did. Older people. However, perhaps it’s the effect of the impending Significant Birthday, but it just seems like the sensible thing to do. I am both toasty warm and ready to prevent all manner of crimes in Gotham City.

I haven’t updated for a long time. That’s because I am lazy. Deeply lazy. You also may have noticed that this is not really an arts scene blog any more. Okayama is not known for its art scene, despite having the odd gallery/museum of interest dotted around. I’ll try and shine some light on those things that I do visit, but this is likely to be a bit more personal and about my day to day life than it was before. I’m also going to try and write in the first person rather than as “Artslondon” as I think that taking that personal element away misses the whole point of blogging. And because the Londonist does that type of thing much better.

So yesterday I handed in my re-contracting papers. It’s a “no”. I will be returning to London in August as originally planned. I did have a brief wobble over the Christmas period as I was having such a good time, going out constantly and feeling very comfortable with my daily lifestyle. In a basic calculation, my day to day existence here is more exciting than my equivalent existence in the UK. However, I have stuff I want to do back in the UK. Not to mention that I’m half of a couple and the Lady has her own reasons for wanting to return this year.

So in the end, I know that I am making the right decision and I am happy with it. But there will always be a part of me which wonders what it would be like to totally change my life, move to Japan, Tokyo maybe, and live a more decadent existence. Maybe the solution is to live that way back in the UK. By decadent, I don’t just mean painting the living room red, although that would be a start.

My life is pretty busy at the moment. Three of my week-nights are taken up with regular activities-football, taiko and Japanese lessons. That means I am keeping myself active through the cold winter period, though I suspect I will cut down on some of these activities when it warms up. I am also really excited about our forthcoming trip to Hokkaido for the snow festival. It’s -14 degrees there at night right now. I may have to double up on the tights.

A report on our visit to the Estorick Collection is forthcoming

2008-02-06T21:28:00.000Z

1. We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.
2. The essential elements of our poetry will be courage, audacity and revolt.
3. Literature has up to now magnified pensive immobility, ecstasy and slumber. We want to exalt movements of aggression, feverish sleeplessness, the double march, the perilous leap, the slap and the blow with the fist.
4. We declare that the splendor of the world has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing automobile with its bonnet adorned with great tubes like serpents with explosive breath ... a roaring motor car which seems to run on machine-gun fire, is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.
5. We want to sing the man at the wheel, the ideal axis of which crosses the earth, itself hurled along its orbit.
6. The poet must spend himself with warmth, glamour and prodigality to increase the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.
7. Beauty exists only in struggle. There is no masterpiece that has not an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault on the forces of the unknown, to force them to bow before man.
8. We are on the extreme promontory of the centuries! What is the use of looking behind at the moment when we must open the mysterious shutters of the impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We are already living in the absolute, since we have already created eternal, omnipresent speed.
9. We want to glorify war - the only cure for the world - militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of the anarchists, the beautiful ideas which kill, and contempt for woman. 10. We want to demolish museums and libraries, fight morality, feminism and all opportunist and utilitarian cowardice.
11. We will sing of the great crowds agitated by work, pleasure and revolt; the multi-colored and polyphonic surf of revolutions in modern capitals: the nocturnal vibration of the arsenals and the workshops beneath their violent electric moons: the gluttonous railway stations devouring smoking serpents; factories suspended from the clouds by the thread of their smoke; bridges with the leap of gymnasts flung across the diabolic cutlery of sunny rivers: adventurous steamers sniffing the horizon; great-breasted locomotives, puffing on the rails like enormous steel horses with long tubes for bridle, and the gliding flight of aeroplanes whose propeller sounds like the flapping of a flag and the applause of enthusiastic crowds.

We're so cross, we're not even going to bother to find a token picture to enliven the look of our post

2008-02-04T17:22:00.000Z

First off, a hearty fuck you to Vice Magazine and Topshop for presiding over the biggest ticketing farce of the year so far in their organisation of the Black Kids gig previewed here. Corporate sponsored free events like these always leave a bitter taste in the mouth, but at least they tend to be organised with some semblance of competence and money driven efficiency.

So this is what happened: A couple of months ago, Vice advertised a special gig at 93 Feet East with Black Kids, Friendly Fires et al. Tickets were free and all you had to do to get one was to register on their website. We quickly did this and looked forward to the gig. Within a few weeks, we received a multitude of junk e-mails from Vice, advertising their rubbish website. This didn't bother us too much. We arranged a big birthday night out with lots of our friends. Two days before the gig we receive an e-mail from Vice informing us that we should arrive early because the gig will be first come, first served and that we should bring our booking details with us. In other words, our confirmation e-mail did not entitle us to entry but merely meant that if we queued up long enough, we might be accorded entry. We turned up over an hour before doors opened on the coldest night of the year and queued for an hour and a half. During that time we moved almost five metres. Our music industry friend used a contact to get inside and spotted Faris Rotter. It was that sort of event. The quue wasn't regulated properly so people kept joining at the front meaning we barely moved forwards at all. Meanwhile, we couldn't feel our toes. It turned out that Vice, in their infinite wisdom, had issued 5000 tickets for a venue that only takes 800 people. They had done this to ensure that it was full. It didn't bother them that potentially thousands of people would be massively inconvenienced and pissed off.

So...we went to the pub instead.

Perhaps it serves us right for going to such a raw advert of an event. We should have stayed at home and read Marxist literature instead. Or if not Marxist literature, the very good new novel by Jonathan Coe.

The dog ate my artslondon posts...

2008-02-04T17:17:00.000Z

Sorry about the lack of updates recently. This has been caused by a combination of ill health, financial shit-storms and computer problems. We have many exciting plans for February though, although Thursday nights look to be a bit of a write off thanks to this.

Weeds, vegetation and dense undergrowth

2008-01-20T21:04:00.000Z

We've always had conflicting feelings about the V and A. It's particularly loved by so many people, probably because it has such a wide variety of exhibits that there's something there to please everyone. However, the museum's lack of focus and its inability to properly define just what it is a museum of exactly, can sometimes grate. Nevertheless, we quite like the attitude of simply saying "Here's a load of cool stuff. Enjoy.".

So yesterday, we travelled over to South Kensington to give the place the once over. It's always a pleasure to visit any of the museums in that area of London. It's a beautiful part of the world and there's a certain grandeur to its attractions which have a suitably regal air that fits in well with the classy neighbourhood.

Anyway, the main reason behind our visit was to check out their current exhibition Out Of The Ordinary: Spectacular Craft. The exhibition consists of eight installation pieces, all of which use unusual forms and techniques. This brings a degree of novelty to the proceedings which isn't necessarily a good thing but our unease was offset by the quality of the pieces on display.

Perhaps most impressive was the piece by Chicago based artist Anne Wilson (below). Using lace, thread and netting, Wilson has created a landscape from thousands of tiny, carefully pinned pieces. It's all laid out on a table to resemble a sort of military map. The sheer scale of it and the intricate detail of the work is quite overwhelming. Meanwhile, in the background she has created a video piece showing the pieces in animated action which is so convincingly put together that they assume an animal like presence.

Elsewhere, we were impressed by Lu Shengzhong whose piece consisted of hundreds of thousands of tiny red figurines falling waterfall-like to the floor from a book. And throughout the museum, Yoshihiro Suda (top) has planted weeds, flowers and orchids in unexpected places. For its unusual nature and because it was so well executed, we were also impressed by Naomi Filmer's holographic bodies which turn as you walk across them, fully exposing you to their faults and flaws. And we have no idea how Annie Cattrell managed to give the appearance of having trapped clouds inside glass boxes, but the effect was very pretty.

This is the kind of thing which the V and A does well and every piece was both technically interesting and had something interesting to say. Our visit was followed by a general wander through the museum which often resembles that big warehouse in Indiana Jones where they store all the ancient artifacts under lock and key. There were so many things to enjoy and it made for a perfect Sunday afternoon.

The exhibition is free and runs until 17 February 2008.

Sons, Daughters and Chip Shop Lighting

2008-01-17T19:27:00.000Z

We can't think of many things that we'd rather do on a Tuesday evening than go and see some Scottish indie-pop. And FREE Scottish indie-pop-Well that's just the kind of thing that makes us get over-excited and shriek like fourteen year old fan-boys. Which is essentially what we are, although slightly older than fourteen.

So it was with great anticipation that on Tuesday we popped over to capitalist relic Fopp on Shaftesbury Avenue to see Sons and Daughters play a free set in promotion of their excellent new single, Darling.

Normally, these in-store things are a bit of a drag. No matter how good the band, it's always slightly odd to be stood inside under harsh lighting. Nobody ever moshes or jumps around. Meanwhile, nervous looking security men always watch from the side with a press officer camped just to the right of the stage. The hardcore fans are usually joined by city types who have popped in after work because it's something to do. Meanwhile, we are always overwhelmed by the horrible urge to...nick stuff.

But Sons and Daughters are more than aware of this. They compensate by joking with the crowd about the artificial atmosphere. Meanwhile, they have enough great songs that they have no trouble playing a full blooded 45 minute set. They argue onstage and charm us all, merely by being genuine, having fun and having twenty times the charisma of any other band playing in London tonight.

We hear that another, much more famous band played (or at least attempted to play) an in-store gig last night, to rather more publicity than that garnered by Sons and Daughters. But we doubt Thom Yorke and his overly earnest pals had the style, wit and talent to churn out anything as good as this.

Oh-and they're playing at at Trash successor Durr on the 21st. Bonus.

Bloody Time Out

2008-01-13T18:20:00.000Z

We've been meaning to write an entry about the Poetry Library in the Southbank Centre for ages. So it was slightly irritating that a certain London listings magazine wrote an excellent piece about the library a few weeks ago.

The library was closed for a while when the Southbank Centre was having its makeover but it's now re-opened and evidently their press department are currently working overtime to bang up a it of publicity. It's located on the fifth floor of the Royal Festival Hall building which is a bit of a shame because it means that people don't generally seem to know it's there.

The layout of the library is slightly old fashioned. There isn't quite enough space available for the size of the collection they have. You have to move shelves around in order to access the various collections and it doesn't have the modern, revamped feel that the rest of the building now exudes. Nonetheless, it's a great way to spend an afternoon. The collection is excellent, with a wide variety of materials that are difficult to find elsewhere. But the real enjoyment of the library comes from browsing and finding something random that appeals. Once you do find something that takes your fancy, it's an extremely relaxing place to sit and read. As Time Out remark, it offers amazing views over the South Bank and a calm atmosphere in which to settle and lose yourself.

As a library, it's certainly not contemporary in outlook. There's none of the "Ideas Centre" style that many new libraries have taken up-in fact it's got quite a serious feel about it. Not that this is a bad thing by any means, it's just unusual to come across a library that seems to go to such little effort to make itself accessible. We'd definitely recommend it though-and there aways seems to be something interesting going on elsewhere in the Southbank Centre building too, so it won't be a wasted afternoon.

Post containing the least interesting photo on this blog so far

2008-01-10T20:54:00.000Z

'We're going to open our own bookshop in Wood Green. And this is going to be our story. We have the passion, the determination, and we also have a little bit of business acumen. With a little help, it might just work. It'll make for compelling reading whatever happens. We would love any advice, words of encouragement or money that you can spare, and we'll do our best to be as honest in this blog as possible.'

In August 2007, a Waterstone's in Wood Green closed down. Normally this wouldn't necessarily be a particular cause for complaint. However, if you worked there, loved books and knew that it was your local area's only bookshop, you might well have cause to be very upset indeed. That's what happened to Tim West and Simon Key, authors of the Wood Green Bookshop Blog.

Tim and Simon made the decision that they should try to open their own bookshop and that they should document their attempt to do this. The blog is a fascinating read, partly because of the docu-soap style interest that comes from reading about their plans progressing and partly because of the insights it provides into how book retail works. Equally though, it's written with great wit and never takes itself too seriously, whilst at the same time reflecting the fact that Tim and Simon clearly do have a genuine and heartfelt commitment to getting a book shop opened up in their local area.

One of their most recent entries lists the ways in which they have tried to get publicity for their cause. One of their methods was:

"Tell Chuggers (CH arity m UGGERS) "... Actually I don't have two minutes to discuss (insert cause here) But I do have twenty minutes or so to talk about my Bookshop..."". Another method was "Call up a radio phone-in with a spurious link to the subject being discussed. "..... Yes the war in Iran is a terrible thing. I was reading about it in the Big Green Bookshop... "".

Actually, to be honest, randomly selected quotes don't really do it justice. We wouldn't usually cover another blog but it's a great cause that deserves more attention. If you want to see what they're up against, check out the user comments at the bottom of this Telegraph article.

History Vs Journalism: You Decide

2008-01-09T22:10:00.000Z

For all his hand-waving, stories of journalistic skulduggery and self-parody, Andrew Marr cut rather a serious figure at the annual Bagehot lecture which we previewed here. Marr came to give a talk on the subject of "History and Journalism". Beneath the media friendly veneer he had some serious points to make.It was clear right from the start that Marr considers himself to have undergone a career transformation since he left his role as the BBC's political correspondent. Since then he has authored "My Trade", part biography, part history of journalism and "A History of Modern Britain", also a very successful TV series. As a result, Marr sees himself as having undergone a partial conversion and to have become a sort of popular historian.

Having taken that path, most of his talk focused on the differences between the two professions. It was very clear that he had become tired with his role as the BBC's Political correspondent with its focus on making everyday stories sensational and easily accessible for a primtetime audience and that he was very happy to be out of the 24 hour news cycle. He spoke of his frustration at constantly being outside the room where decisions were made and how rarely he felt that he was witnessing anything that could genuinely be called "historic".

His talk was filled with snippets of insight into how his old job worked such as his delight at how Alastair Campbell's assessment of him changed from "a bit of a nuisance" to "that bastard Andrew Marr" and his accusation that he was directly "bullied" by the government during the Hutton enquiry. And inbetween, as predicted, we got the steady supply of entertaining anecdotes. Even if he could be accused of having frequently stated the obvious during the "History of Modern Britain" TV series, it was quite clear that he is taking his role as part time historian very seriously.

After a series of unusually well-chosen questions from the audience, we all wandered into the main hall where there were plentiful supplies of cocktail sausages and wine. Always a good way to end an evening.

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

2008-01-03T19:43:00.000Z

We hate agreeing with the NME, who have been hyping Florida five-piece Black Kids (see above for awkward photo) recently, but we are most definitely fans. Check out their myspace site, particularly the brilliantly titled "I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You". Despite the hype, they feel just a little bit too awkward to be massive. However, it's their awkwardness and (possibly calculated) rough around the edges sound that marks them out from the usual bands that are hyped in January. Also, what's best about them is that they seem to have a sense of humour and a genuine sense of fun. And don't listen to any lazy reviews which say they sound like The Cure.

On 1st February they are playing a free gig at 93 Feet East, one of our favourite venues. It's all being organised and sponsored by Vice Magazine so there may be a fair bit of brand-flogging at the event, but since it's free we can't be too bitter. To get tickets, you need to go to the Vice website and fill in a short form.

Support comes from Friendly Fires and Ipso Facto. The former are great, although they do have a nasty habit of inserting "funky" bass-lines into their songs. We don't know much about Ipso Facto but it's all free so is surely worth investigating.

His ears aren't as funny as people make out

2008-01-02T20:46:00.001Z

Political journalist and ex-newspaper editor Andrew Marr will be giving a free lecture at the Queen Mary, University of London on Tuesday. Marr is best known for his hand-waving, over-excited style as chief Political Correspondent for the Beeb. He also wrote the excellent "My Trade", a journalist's guide to journalism. "My Trade" was occasionally a bit smug but gave some genuine insight into a what came a cross as a rather squalid, nasty business.

He will be speaking on the topic of "History and Journalism" for the University's annual Bagehot lecture. He's always engaging and can probably be relied upon to supply a steady line of entertaining anecdotes at the very least. There's more details about the event here. Tickets can be obtained by e-mailing them at this address. We'll certainly be going along and hope to give a full report next week.

A Fine Establishment Takes The Piss Out Of Its Punters

2007-12-27T22:31:00.000Z

Going to see stand up comedy is one of our favourite ways to waste an evening. And we like Banana Cabaret at the Bedford in Balham very much. The Bedford is a massive venue and they’ve been running the Banana Cabaret nights there for years. They regularly get strong line-ups and there’s usually a good atmosphere with a mixture of comedy regulars and a casual, laid back crowd that doesn’t include too many hen nights.

However, we do have a few problems. Firstly, the usual cost without a concession is anything between £13 and £15 on a weekend which is far too much considering that the line-ups, although good, are rarely much better than those you can get at a cheaper club. Secondly, we hate the way that after the comedy is finished, it turns into a really tacky club of the type that you would never want to stay in for more than half an hour, unless you’re into rubbish student cheese. Thirdly, it is often very difficult to get a seat and they knowingly sell tickets to punters who are told to stand which, given that you’re paying a small fortune is not good enough when you’re likely to be there for several hours.

But worst of all is their absolutely shocking decision to put on a special new years eve event which differs little from their normal nights aside from one free cocktail and a buffet but to charge £65 for the privilige. The line-up of John Moloney, Will Smith (see above), John Fothergill and Steve Gribbin isn’t even particularly good. It’s a particularly shameless attempt to cash in on the usual new years eve nonsense.

Which is a shame, because, for a while now, we’ve been planning to write a piece about how much we like Banana Cabaret, but if they’re liable to take the piss out of their customers then all we can really say is that we recommend you take your business elsewhere.

Merry Christmas

2007-12-24T15:15:00.000Z

Late Night Pretentiousness

2007-12-23T21:09:00.000Z

Going to galleries in the evening always seems a more enjoyable experience than heading there on the traditional Sunday afternoon. Many galleries now have late night openings and special events in the evenings, but one of the most enjoyable is at Tate Britain.

The Late at Tate nights occur on the first Friday of each month. The gallery stays open until ten and entry to all the special exhibitions is half price. They create a bar area in the main hall which is lit up beautifully with projections everywhere and a range of special events going on. This usually includes DJs, bands and various types of performance, usually of the cabaret variety. On 4th January, the website says: "In collaboration with International Project Space, Birmingham, expect an evening of performance and music, including interventions from !WOWOW!, the creative collective of artists, fashion designers, writers and musicians, and Chymical Wedding, a performance from the future-past-fiction guerrilla group Plastique Fantastique". Hmm.

Well we tried looking at !WOWOW!'s myspace site but it was, frankly, too hard to read (go there and you'll see what we mean). Also, and we don't mean to sound like grumpy old gits, but when somebody talks about "recreating the New York warehouse party scene" we tend to roll our eyes a little bit. Which isn't to say it won't be great-it's just that we've found many of the cabaret/musical acts which they've put on in the past to be piss poor. So keep expectations low and you won't be disappointed.

Meanwhile, the philosophy of this site is to be as unpretentious as possible. Which is a problem here, since we've always found the Late at Tate crowd to be pretentious as fuck. Never have we seen so many posers in one room together. To make matters worse, we're not overly keen on the Millais exhibition which is currently running. It's all very well presented and certainly provided an insight into how his painting changed as he grew older, but we couldn't get away from the fact that it was all a bit, well, boring. He just seemed like a rather opportunistic man, chasing the money of his sponsors by painting dull but technically brilliant portraits. We haven't seen the Turner Prize retrospective that's running there but it sounds either tremendously annoying or great fun, depending on how cynical you are.

The chance to get into these exhibitions for half price is certainly alluring but be warned that it does tend to get crowded in the paid exhibitions so if you want to see them slowly and without stress, it may be better to pay the full whack and come another time.

All the criticisms above don't really give a great impression of the night and it's true that we have our problems with both the logistics of the events and the seemingly random choice of bands and theatre collectives whom they put on. However, we've always had a good time when we've gone. The permanent collections are as impressive as always and the atmosphere in the hall/ bar area, though pretentious, is at least lively and a change from the normal gallery visit experience. Also, you get a strange feeling from watching a band play in a room surrounded by invaluable works of art. An odd experience then, but probably worth trying once and don't blame us if you get trampled on and want to strangle the entertainment.

A Fine Way To Spend A Rainy Day

2007-12-18T18:32:00.000Z

If you fancy seeing a film but don't have the cash to fund repeated trips to the cinema, you could do a lot worse than head down to the BFI Southbank (Formerly the National Film Theatre) where you can get free access to the excellent Mediatheque (see below).

The Mediatheque is a facility which the BFI made available when they revamped the back half of the building earlier this year. In the space which previously housed the excellent Museum of the Moving Image there is now a rather flashy ticketing area, a superb shop, a gallery, a rather odd and over-priced but not unattractive cafe/restaurant and the Mediatheque itself.

The Mediatheque is a room which contains about fifteen computer terminals. As you walk in, you are given a set of headphones and seated at a terminal. You are then able to choose what you want to watch from a large chunk of the BFI archive. You have complete control over what you watch and can fast forward and rewind in much the same way you could a DVD. It's a bit like a better version of Sky Box Office or Homechoice but better because you are able to choose from an odd, varied mix of material. We've been there several times and there are a few things we particularly liked. In particular:

-"Relax" (see below)-This is a half hour film about a gay man going in to hospital for an HIV test. It's mostly in black and white and the film explores the man's worries as he waits desperately for the results pondering the possible consequences. It was made in 1991 and is very much of its time and shows the sheer horror faced by many people as the HIV virus spread into mainstream consciousness. The only time we see any colour in the film is when it's his own blood.

-"Eastenders"-Almost as depressingly, they have the famous episode of Eastenders which simply consists of Dot and Ethel talking about life, death, the past and many other miserable things. It's practically a half hour Alan Bennett play and it's great.

-"Abigail's Party"-Available in full, (although when we watched it, the last three minutes were annoyingly not working) Mike Leigh's dinner party gone wrong remains a painful viewing experience. Mike Leigh has made better things since then, but it's good to go back to the beginning and see what all the fuss was about.

-"The Smiths on the South Bank Show"-He may officially be an idiotic Daily Mail type now, but seeing Morrissey in all his pomp still gives us the shivers. The part where Johnny Marr emphatically explains why it was imperative that the Smiths not sign to Factory Record is particularly insightful and inspiring. And the footage of John Peel emotively praising the band was enough to remind us just how much we miss him.

Those are just a few of the things worth seeing but in fact, the best things are the oddities. Searching the database you can find five minute films going back to the pre-war years, public information films, old newsreels and all sorts of odd stuff. And since it's all free, you might be able to afford a three quid cup of coffee from the cafe next door.

Free Music and A Slightly Unfair Jibe About Dickon Edwards

2007-12-17T19:03:00.000Z

We want to go and have a look at Peter Hujar's current show at the ICA. But we're a bit tired of photography exhibitions, for a few days at least. Our last two excursions have been excellent with both Nick Waplington and Jeff Wall showcasing some great stuff that made venturing out through the arctic winds almost worthwhile.

If you're trying to save some money in the run up to christmas, you could do a lot worse than head down to the Pure Groove shop in Archway for their series of deftly selected free gigs. This evening they hosted a gig from the horribly rubbish Emmy The Great, but the past is the past and their forthcoming gigs are much more promising.

Tomorrow evening, solo singer-songwriter Eugene Mcguinness (see above) will be down there with a christmassy (christmassy may not be an actual proper adjective) set to warm up his growing bunch of followers. Eugene's music can sometimes be a bit ponderous and, sure, he sometimes lapses into acoustic dullness, but he has a definite charm to him, a way with a tune and a charismatic stage presence. Also, it's fair to say that any singer who makes references to Neighbours in his songs is alright by us.

Later in the week sees gigs from Noah and The Whale, Beans on Toast and Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly who is accompanied on the same evening by the ultra posh George Pringle (see gratuitous photo below) who we wrote about last month here.

All the gigs kick off at 6pm and the venue is located conveniently close to the brilliant Boogaloo pub where, if you're lucky, you may just bump into the ghost of christmas past, Mr. Shane Macgowan or if you're slightly less fortunate, the ex Orlando singer (EDIT: Apologies to Dickon who was actually the guitarist and lyricist as he states below) and famous-within-the-world-of-blogs fop Mr. Dickon Edwards.

Oh-and in response to comments below, here's another photo of George Pringle.

More Photos To Make You Swoon

2007-12-16T18:51:00.000Z

Following on from the storming time which we had at the Whitechapel Gallery's Nick Waplington exhibition, we felt in the mood for even more photography. So when we read some more than positive reviews of Jeff Wall's new show at White Cube we knew we had to go and have a look.

Jeff Wall is a photographic artist who is primarily known for his blown up, back lit photos to which he applies some super complicated digital jiggery pokery to make them into highly arranged situations. In 2005 he had an all encompassing retrospective at Tate Modern which we attended and enjoyed very much. So we were very excited to see the new pieces which were on display.

White Cube's new West End gallery is approached down an alleyway off an extremely posh street between Pall Mall and Fortnum and Mason in one of the most well heeled areas of London. The exhibition contains three large scale back lit works, a smaller back lit piece and some of Wall's black and white photography which he has been doing since the early 1990s.

It's the full scale, back lit pieces which inevitably form the centrepiece of the exhibition. The way in which they are displayed makes them appear like billboard adverts, even if the subject matter is far from that of a Marlboro ad. The amount of work which Wall does to his photos always tends to give them a too good to be true shimmer where everything is just a little bit too high definition and perfectly lit.

The White Cube website has thumbnails of some of the photos on display so you can see what we're talking about. "Hotels" shows the gutting of an apartment building and is essentially a highly worked landscape of an urban building project. Like many of his photos, the view is intersected by the electricity cables which are recurrent in Wall's work and which divide his photos in much the same way as a viewfinder.

"Dressing Poultry" is a rather grim view of the inside of a poultry processing factory. Feathers lie everywhere as pasty American farmers perform icky acts to birds for human consumption. A pool of animal juices lies on the floor and the surroundings look far from sanitary. Each worker's pose is highly constructed and it's easy to see how Wall may have had to take hundreds of photographs of the scenario to come up with this final, far from improvised version. Effectively, this has the same level of artifice as a painting. Wall is not an artist who attempts to capture a unique moment in time.

Elsewhere in the exhibition he explores some desolate landscapes, particularly downstairs in his black and white works which are equally as impressive as the blockbuster technicolour photos upstairs. All his work just seems so bloody cold that it gave us the shivers. It's imperative for the GDP of Canada that he should never be signed up by the Vancouver tourist board.

A hugely impressive exhibition, perfect in length. It's enough to satisfy any existing fans of Wall and act as a good taster for anyone who hasn't seen his work before. Stretched over a full length exhibition in the Tate Modern, Wall couldn't quite justify the sheer quantity of his work on display. However, in a small gallery like this, his photos each get the level of scrutiny they need and the results are excellent. We also recommend Chequers, the tiny pub next door which is a great place to go afterwards. The exhibition runs until 19th January 2008.

N.B. The photos shown in this article are not the photos on display in the exhibition.

Beautiful Things In Whitechapel

2007-12-13T19:58:00.000Z

Last night artslondon went to the Whitechapel Art Gallery for the preview of a new exhibition by photographer Nick Waplington which runs until 20 January 2008. We were very impressed with what we saw and it's always nice when the highlight of these things is the art itself rather than the free booze.

Waplington has released much of his work in book form and has always taken a particular interest in documenting his patch of East London where he lives. But this exhibition is something rather different. It's actually more of an installation than a straightforward photography exhibition.The main part takes place in the gallery's cinema/auditorium. A slide projector shows a range of 1000 photographs. Each is displayed for about ten seconds before the projector progresses to the next one. In the background there is an audio feed from a US radio station where they discuss business issues and economic theory from a pro-capitalist perspective. Meanwhile we see a collection of photos which Waplington has sourced from the internet.

All the photos are taken by soldiers and predominantly focus on the Middle East. We see Russian soldiers making brotherly poses in Afghanistan and then American soldiers doing the same thing twenty years later. Meanwhile, many of the images are mundane in their focus. They veer from friend to friend, relative to relative, with nothing to link each image to the next apart from the sheer human factor that they were taken by hired killers.

What's interesting is that despite the seemingly random, fractured nature of the images, your brain naturally orders them into some kind of logic. Patterns emerge, agendas reveal themselves but what those agendas are is very much left to you, the viewer. It's quite an experience but really needs to be viewed without distractions and with time to spare.

Meanwhile, in the foyer, a number of books of Waplington's work are also laid out. We didn't have time to examine these in as much detail as they deserve but we're told that they have more of a suggested narrative than the projected images. Those we saw focused more deeply on war and the different landscapes of the Middle East as well as the more common day to day reality of small town America which so many US soldiers call home.

The exhibition is also spread out all around this corner of East London. Images can be found displayed in a range of East End venues from the Rough Trade East shop to the Brick Lane Beigel Bakery.

Meanwhile, it's probably worth mentioning that we love Whitechapel Gallery. Sure it contains the predictable hordes of East London tossers, there to pose and not much more, but enthusiasm and personality just ooze from every slab. They display posters of successful past exhibitions in the same way that say, the Dublin Castle shows photos of Blur playing in their youth. And the gallery has a flexibility that allows a true variety of exhibitions and an exciting range of talks and events which we will be bringing you more information about in the coming months.

Oh-and if you're wondering why this entry is formatted so badly, it's because Blogger is rubbish and we can't be bothered to learn html. Sorry.

Hear The Truth

2007-12-11T19:49:00.000Z

We've been posting a lot about stand up comedy lately, but we can't help it. Comedy just suits the "festive" season perfectly.

We first saw Reginald D Hunter in 2002, where he wowed a room full of students at Manchester's superb XS Malarkey comedy night. His amiable style can put any audience at ease. An evening with Reginald is always thought provoking as well as funny. His standard refrain is one of "I love stand up comedy because it's the only place where you can tell the truth and everyone thinks that you're joking".

As time has gone on, Hunter has grown in stature. A string of award nominations and the odd TV appearance has brought him into the limelight, but he still remains a minority concern, loved by those who attend stand up comedy gigs but little known outside in the way that, say, the thoroughly average Jo Caulfield has broken through into mainstream consciousness via the standard panel show/radio 4 circuit. Perhaps it's because Hunter's act is a little too awkward for the mainstream. His sets rely on being seen in length, in their entirety as Hunter explores an idea and takes his analysis of American bullshit to its logical conclusions. The fact that one of his recent shows was called Pride and Prejudice and Niggas probably didn't help either.

Anyway, Hunter is probably the best comedian around not to have received mainstream recognition so should not be missed. He is performing at the Arts Theatre in Soho (not to be confused with Soho Arts Theatre) on 14th-15th, 21st-22nd and 28th-29th December.

This Is Not Written By Simon Jenkins

2007-12-10T19:44:00.000Z

We've spent days trudging around the streets and galleries of Barcelona trying to take in as much as possible. In Barcelona, almost everything is beautiful, to the point where it's almost wearing. Anyway, a few things we noticed about art in Barcelona:

-Barcelona seems to place a great deal more value on its art than London. Art is everywhere there. Even if you don't go to a gallery, it's impossible to avoid it. Mosaics by Miro (see above) are trampled upon by locals and tourists alike on Las Ramblas. The art in cafes and restaurants is worth looking at. An act of folly like the Sagrada Familia would just never get built in Britain.

-Britain lacks galleries which focus on specific artists and do them justice. For example, Barcelona has three superb galleries focusing on Miro, Picasso and Tapies. Three great Spanish artists given the in depth treatment they deserve in spaces that aim to show their work in the best way possible and to teach the visitor something about them at the same time. Why is there not a permanent Lucien Freud gallery or a Francis Bacon gallery in London covering them in the same depth?

-We visited MACBA (see inset), the relatively new gallery which had a huge exhibition on French and American artists in the post-war years. A short walk around made us realise the true poverty of our nearest comparison, Tate Modern. The Tate just doesn't have enough of the 20th century's best artists. A few of the least interesting Rothkos, a limited Pollock, a few Picassos that don't show any of his variety or depth. It isn't enough. Tate Modern is a fun place to visit but doesn't half show a lot of crap. MACBA showed a true variety of work in a logical, insightful way. The permanent selection at Tate Modern hasn't a tenth of the ambition and range we saw there.

All the above isn't to say that one city is better than the other. London has a truly world class arts scene and we saw only the big galleries of Barcelona with no chance to investigate the arts scene equivalent of East London or anything outside the city. But it helped to mark out London's strengths and weaknesses. Anyway, enough rambling-we're off to search for more beautiful things for unpretentious people.

Soaking In The Hoisin Of Your Lies

2007-12-09T17:04:00.000Z

The last time artslondon attempted to get a slice of the rambling musical (he’s got perfect pitch you know) and comedy genius of Bill Bailey, the weather conspired against us. Glastonbury’s traditional rain and mud (plus some bad planning on our part) made us late arrivals to his climatic set, stuck at the back of the crowd with only the chuckles of those lucky buggers at the front as an indicator of where the jokes were supposed to be.

Trudging down the sodden banks of Wembley Way on our way to Bill’s sold out Tinselworm tour, we began to think we’d done something to anger the comedy weather gods. “This was supposed to be super happy fun,” one of our companions complained.

Even without the poor weather, the sheer size of Wembley Arena can make it a cold venue at the best of times, but judging by the cheers and welcome Bill Bailey got as he came on stage, he’s such a national treasure now that it’s hard not to be warmed by the familiar sight of his beard and, according to Bill, what one celebrity magazine called ‘the worst haircut in showbiz’. Well, either that or an arena’s worth of people collectively thought ‘bugger this I’ve paid £27.50 and been soaked to the skin for this so I’m damn well going to enjoy it now’.

Not that there aren’t a few niggles with his current set. A lot of the material is quite familiar – the fan favourite and mixed metaphor-tastic Love Ballad (My heart was cold /It was a stoneMy soul was lonely/Like a stone/There was no moss) ending the evening – and there is the sense that he’s playing it safe, with the messing around with music bits filling out a large chunk of the set. However, when you’re being entertained by someone with as good a comic timing and musical ability as Bill Bailey, it seems churlish to complain that he’s sticking to what he’s best at.

This isn’t to say that the show (and it is a Show, with Flashing Lights and Loud Music and Mobile Trousers Presses and Other Special Effects) isn’t varied in its topics. In the space of two hours he takes us from the childish (manipulating pictures of Margaret Thatcher and James Blunt to say ‘I AM EVIL’) to the political (the moral dilemmas faced by the modern comedian when faced with a big wad of cash and an advertising contract, resulting in the war-cry ‘Hey! Asda! I ain’t gonna be your bitch!’ echoing around Wembley) to the sublime – bringing on a bhangra group (previously seen on a Never Mind The Buzzcocks Christmas special) to collaborate on a strangely moving cover of Radiohead’s ‘Creep’.

Sadly, Bill has no London dates scheduled in the near future. However, you can amuse yourself for at least five minutes, just by playing around on his silly website here.

Kelly Arnstein wrote this.

Normal Service Will Resume Next Week

2007-12-03T16:56:00.000Z

Apologies for the lack of content this week. artslondon is on holiday in the city of Barcelona until Friday. Once we get back, there'll be plenty of updates, including a review of Bill Bailey's recent gig at Wembley Arena, a guide explaining how to see big name comedians for free, a look at the BFI Southbank's Mediatheque facility and plenty more of the usual nonsense. See you soon,

It's Not Like This At Foxtons

2007-12-02T14:59:00.000Z

"All train compartments smell vaguely of shit. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worst thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die you're going to regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm going to tell you something: we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheat on your wife? You did it, live with it. You fuck little girls, so be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won't live in it. That's me. You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours? "

Last night we went to see Glengarry Glen Ross which is playing at the Apollo Theatre until January. It has a stunning cast, including Jonathan Pryce and Aidan Gillen (see above). It's by David Mamet and is about a group of real estate salesmen working in an ultra competitive office environment. At the end of the month, the person who sells the most real estate gets a Cadillac. The person who comes second gets a set of steak knives. Whoever comes last gets fired.

Ultimately it's all about macho posturing and who is more of a "man" than the others. Gillen's character, the unscrupulous Ricky Roma, is the alpha male in the office, number one on the board and able to spiel sales crap of such magnitude that it staggers the imagination. His rant above is used as an introduction to a client who he meets in a seedy restaurant. By the end of their meeting he has convinced the guy to sign up for thousands of dollars worth of real estate. It's Sayeed from The Apprentice times infinity. Gillen is superb and gets all the best lines with Jonathan Pryce also great as the desperate Shelly Levene, down on his luck and clawing at a way out from the abyss, voice occasionally cracking as his negotiations become more and more frantic.

The first half of the play exists in a kind of diner stasis, setting up the characters, getting the audience used to the language and exhausting the swearing dictionary. It's only in Act Two when events start interfering that things get really nasty as the cast become like a pack of animals fighting for number one spot and a way out of the office hell. It's all relentlessly American-It seems unlikely that staff at Foxtons are quite so hardcore about things.

It's a short play at just over an hour and a quarter in duration. But that was plenty. The dialogue is so intense that in the end it becomes something that is endured as much as it is enjoyed. Which isn't to say that it's not fantastic, just that you might want to plan a good lie down afterwards since you are likely to emerge drained of energy, swearing all evening like a builder. We suggest that you go and endure it, but go easy on the caffeine beforehand or you may end up offending somebody.

"You stupid fucking cunt. You, Williamson, I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me $6,000. Six thousand dollars, and one Cadillac. That's right. What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it, asshole? You're fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men? Oh, I'm gonna have your job, shithead. "

Lovely.

Not All The Good Art In Southwark Is At The Tate Modern

2007-11-29T17:28:00.000Z

Last night we headed down to the Nolias Gallery in Southwark for The Power of Three, an exhibition of three artists which we previewed here.

The Nolias gallery is located just round the corner from Tate Modern and is hidden away amongst railway arches and council estates. On entering we were slightly thrown by the layout of the place with a glass partition rather annoyingly separating off one half of the gallery. We grabbed a drink and went for a wander, pausing only to read the press release for the exhibition.

The exhibition is based around a survey carried out by one of the artists, Philippa Beale in the early 1980s. She asked members of the public what type of art they liked and were prepared to buy, what size they liked the pieces to be and a number of other questions about their tastes. It turned out that "bright, primary colours" and "ships and the sea" were the most liked styles and themes. The exhibition is an attempt to both update and respond to that survey.

So Philippa Beale's work mostly consisted of sea landscapes and birds with very dense colours and evocative images. Her work is full of life, the only problem being that we wanted to see it on a larger scale than the small canvases she had on display. Meanwhile, Jane Humphrey's work was a study of texture and much of it seemed very much based on observing nature and wildlife, but truth be told we were underwhelmed by it, mainly due to the repetitive nature of what she had on display.

Finally, there was Alice White (see inset) who we were too shy to approach in person but whose work was both the most engaging and had more personality to it than any of the other pieces present. Her main portion of the show consisted of a series of monoprints (see above). They were of variable quality: Some we adored and some less so, but hers was the only work to truly grab us and make us want to see more. She made herself the subject of the works in a lot of ways, which is no bad thing, but she avoided falling into a pit of self obsession.

The only criticism we have of the exhibition is that the concept wasn't clear enough throughout and that only Philippa Beale's work seemed to have any link to the blurb explaining what the exhibition was about. But we may have missed something and understand that it's part of an ongoing project and that there will be an updated survey in the next few weeks.

Anyway, we had fun and deeply wished we had deeper pockets so we could have purchased one or two particular pieces we liked. The exhibition runs until 10th December at the Nolias Gallery, 60 Great Suffolk Street and is well worth a peek.

We Like Books Too

2007-11-27T21:17:00.000Z

We love stand up comedienne Josie Long. However, we don't think she's particularly funny. At least that was our impression from the time we last saw her play at Soho Theatre where she is about to start a new residency that will run from 28th November 2007 until 15th December 2007.

Josie is to the world of stand up comedy what Belle and Sebastian are to Ozzfest. She has none of the nastiness, overt anger and bitterness that infect the work of so many comedians. When we saw her she had a knitting accomplice who spent the duration of the show knitting a prize for a lucky audience member at the side of the stage. Meanwhile Josie showed off her home-made comics, gave away badges and discussed her love of the film Rushmore.

We wanted to hug her but, curiously, she wasn't actually all that funny. The jokes were often quite tame and predictable. The enjoyment came simply from being in her company as she made us feel a little bit better about the state of the world around us. Meanwhile, many people disagree with our assessment. A certain London listings magazine are obsessed with her and she won the if.comeddies Newcomer Award in 2006. It could just be that we saw her on a bad night.

She claims that her brand new show "will inspire people to talk to each other on public transport" which can only be a good thing so we'll definitely be giving her another chance. We guarantee you'll leave her shows in a good mood and hopefully with a touch of the giggles as well.

Learn Stuff On The Cheap

2007-11-26T20:12:00.000Z

It's all very well to go out and absorb beautiful things by osmosis, but sometimes you have to work a bit harder than simply visiting a gallery. As the time for new year resolutions approaches, we thought it was time to flag up the City Lit centre in Holborn.

City Lit is an adult education college that has been running for more than 85 years. They provide courses for 24,000 students a year and offer more part time courses than any other equivalent college in London. City Lit do courses in all sorts of things. We did a superb course called "Poetry on the Edge" where we would look at a few different poems each week and have discussions about them. Later we took part in a course on 19th-20th century art and more recently we took a course in Introduction to Freelance Journalism. All three courses were enjoyable in different ways, all were worthwhile. They offer courses in all sorts of things from Clowning and Performance to Political Philosophy.

It's all housed in a beautiful but impractically designed modern building (see above) just off High Holburn. They also have an extensive library and open access to computing facilities. The good thing about City Lit is that all the courses are heavily subsidised by the government so it's not generally all that expensive. The average evening course will consist of twelve 1-2 hours sessions and will cost about £70-£100 though it does vary. However, they have heavily discounted rates for anyone receiving income based benefits so it can actually turn out to be much cheaper than that.

Meanwhile, it's a fine way to occupy yourself for one evening a week and it feels good to do something where you have to involve yourself rather than just passively observe the work of others. It's a fantastic place and well worth checking out, but courses often get booked up very early so be sure to act quickly if you see something that you like.

A Whole Month Of Burton

2007-11-25T21:23:00.000Z

It's almost December and that means it's almost time for the BFI Southbank's Tim Burton season. They're showing pretty much every film Burton has been involved in. There are a few oddities on show for the true Tim Burton obsessive. On the 3rd December for example, the screening of Burton's first feature Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, will be followed by Frankenweenie, a half hour re-working of Frankenstein that kick-started Burton's career. There's also a chance to see the real Ed Wood's tribute to cross-dressing: Glen or Glenda.

Everything you'd expect is being screened at some stage. The first two Batman films are the perfect example of how to make comic book films that respect the original whilst bringing a bit of Hollywood razzmatazz to the equation. The Nightmare Before Christmas is brilliant in places (especially the bit where the witches play hockey with pumpkins) and Sleepy Hollow is quite fun in a goofy way.

But best of all are Burton's two masterpieces: Ed Wood and Edward Scissorhands. Both star Johnny Depp. Both have all the classic Burton hallmarks: The outsider, the naive central character, the ultimate rejection of difference. The only difference is that Edward Scissorhands is ultimately a love story with a tragic ending whereas Ed Wood's stance is that even freaks can find other freaks and live happily ever after. These are the two essential films to see and we will certainly be ambling along at some point.

We may even go and see Planet of The Apes again to check if it's as bad as we remember. Mark Wahlberg opposite Helena Bonham Carter. In monkey suits. Ugh.

The Power of Three (Not a reference to the anti-racism novel by Dianna Wynne Jones)

2007-11-22T20:12:00.000Z

In the very first proper posting to this blog we sung the praises of Alice White, an artist whose work we encountered at an unusual exhibition in Peckham, described in more detail here. We only saw a few of her paintings, all fleshy portraits, all fantastic. Now Alice is one of three artists with an exhibition coming up at the Nolias Gallery on Great Suffolk Street in Southwark.

The Power of Three is an exhibition of three contemporary artists: Alice, Philippa Beale and Jane Humphrey. Sadly we know nothing of Jane or Philippa but we're looking forward to finding out more. See right for a description of the exhibition from the invitation we received. Apologies for not being able to make it larger-gremlins in the Blogger machine.

It certainly should be worth investigating. We'll be heading down next Thursday but the exhibition opens tomorrow. We'll be sure to report back once we've had a look and drunk some of the inevitable free wine.

Books, Music, Poetry and Booze:A Genius Combination

2007-11-20T21:33:00.000Z

Book readings tend to be rather earnest affairs. Authors are not necessarily the most outgoing of people and, whatever the quality of their work, it can often be stilted and basically less fun than sitting at home and reading their work on your own. This was made particularly clear to us a few years ago when we saw the wonderful Jonathan Coe stammer and struggle as he attempted to read from his excellent novel The Closed Circle.

So as a night out concept, the book reading isn't necessarily all that much fun. But for some time Book Slam has challenged the idea that these things have to be so bloody serious. We've been attending Book Slam for several years now and have never once failed to have a great time.

The format is simple: A bar in West London. Good DJs. Three or four acts. This will usually consist of perhaps one author, a performance poet and a musical act of some kind. And they often get big names. Zadie Smith, Irvine Welsh and Nick Hornby have all done readings there in the past. However, much of the fun comes from seeing authors you don't know read from works you've never heard of. We were turned on to the brilliant Luke Sutherland (see above) when we saw him read from his novel Venus as a Boy with such ferocity that you couldn't help but be impressed. It encouraged us to buy the novel and it remains a favourite. That's the whole point of events like this: Get a round of drinks in, chat to your mates, watch something interesting for ten minutes, go back to your chatting, repeat etc. A very fine night out. It always takes place on the last Thursday of the month and entry is a fiver. The next one will be held at Neighbourhood on November 29th. It will feature Luke Wright and Joel Stickley who will be reading from their new book Who Writes This Crap and the New York poet Kelly Zen-Yie Tsai will also be performing. Music comes from rather odd electro choir The Heard.

Oh yeah, we forgot to say: The musical acts are always, without exception, awful.

More details are available here.

An Alternative to the Football

2007-11-20T00:29:00.000Z

In contrast to interesting but slightly worthy book readings at Foyles, this is something we're actually very excited about. We’ve been big fans of (We are) Performance for ages, going back to a happier time when they were simply called Performance and didn’t have ugly brackets in their name.
They play a particularly striking brand of electro pop. Even better, they have genuinely intelligent lyrics and singer Joe Stretch has a novel coming out in a few months time. The band were briefly hyped a few years ago and eventually signed to Universal Records but never released an album with them. Ultimately, they released their debut album on their own label. In our view, it’s the best album of the year, bar none. If it was 2001 and Trash was still in all its pomp, they’d be massive, touring around the world and pissing on Fischerspooner from a great height by virtue of their actual talent. As it happens, they came through at just the wrong time and their “career” appears to have stalled.

Live, Joe Stretch definitely has a touch of Ian Curtis about him, but only in the sense that he is a sweaty, awkward looking dancer who captivates. He has his own style and tends to throw himself around a bit. They have an energy and a loyal fan base who have followed them since their early beginnings in Manchester through good times and bad. It’s actually quite a novelty to be able to see them play a gig of their own in London that isn’t part of a crap club night.

They’re playing at the Barfly on Wednesday night. It’s worth missing any football match for. Honestly. If you don’t believe us go here and listen to album highlight Surrender .

Love and a Sexy Beast

2007-11-18T22:16:00.000Z

So artslondon popped over to Foyles for Four Letter Word: An evening "dedicated to the art of the love letter". Well actually, that's not quite what it's about. Four Letter Word is a collection of fictional love letters written by an array of writers young, old and trendy.

It's actually quite a good idea for a collection. When you describe it to others it sounds rather wet but the potential for comedy, tragedy, farce etc. in a love letter is pretty much infinite. Match the idea with writers like Douglas Coupland and Michel Faber and you have something worth, well, at least an in-store browse.

The evening consisted of a slightly dull talk from the people who put the collection together followed by readings from four of the authors involved. First up was Lionel Shriver. We've never read We Need To Talk About Kevin but feel like we know it pretty well, such is the frequency with which we see it being carried on public transport. We definitely won't be reading it now. Lionel Shriver was the only person there to come across as self-important and arrogant. If artslondon had written a short story as tedious and predictable as her contribution to the collection, we would be embarrassed to read it in front of an audience. The fact that she seemed to take great pleasure in its every line and kept making herself laugh even though it wasn't at all funny, did not help. We're not fans.

She was followed by a nervous Gautam Malkani who read a short, sensitive piece about memory and death which was rather sweet if instantly forgettable. Much better was Hari Kunzru who had written a fictional letter from a Brit to an Oman local with whom he had a fleeting romance. He is consumed with guilt by the tawdriness of the whole affair and the boundaries which spring up around their relationship without them having any power over it. There was a lot of colonial guilt there but it was the only truly great piece we heard all evening. If you do have a browse through the book, that's the one to read first.

And we can't tell you what Michel Faber's contribution was like because we had to leave and go and see a free screening of Sexy Beast at the Prince Charles Cinema. As part of the Channel 4 birthday celebrations they'll be showing a range of free films in the next few weeks. Best of all, next Thursday we will be heading on down there to see the awesome Motorcycle Diaries. Ewan Mcgregor isn't in it. Che Guevara is.

Tomorrow night: Rilo Kiley at Shepherds Bush Empire. We can't claim to be excited at the prospect, but the tickets were free and it was that or stay in and watch old Prime Suspect DVDs.

Phwooar

2007-11-16T00:13:00.000Z

Oh-and we've just got back from the Four Letter Word event at Foyles that we mentioned here. Proper review to come in the next couple of days, but let's just say that Lionel Shriver is terrible at reading her work out loud and Hari Kunzru's contribution to the collection is fantastic.

Afterwards, we went to a free screening of Sexy Beast at the Prince Charles. Which presents a good opportunity for us to post a big picture of Ray Winstone in Y fronts, as if any excuse were needed.

A Day Out In Which artslondon Wanders Around Posh Galleries Pretending To Be A Millionaire Art Dealer

2007-11-15T23:44:00.000Z

We were broke and bored on Saturday afternoon. So we went for a wander around Piccadilly to see if we could find something pretty to stare at with our mouth open for a few minutes at least.

So what did we find? Well to start with, we were unable to make it in time to get into the Joan Miro sculpture exhibition that's currently on display at Connaught Brown. Peering through the shuttered window we could see warped three dimensional versions of his paintings, but without the colour obviously. Which made for a rather different experience. Definitely worth checking out, but arrive early if you go on a Saturday because it closes at 1pm.

A few doors along was the tiny Archeus gallery. They’re currently hosting an exhibition called Ten Most Wanted, showing ten contemporary artists. It’s a mixed bag really. On one wall there’s a ‘50s advert style painting by Franziska Holstein (see above) for an electric cooker with pork chops sizzling away which looked distinctly tasty. Directly opposite, Shintaro Miyake’s distinctly odd “Tree House” shows a world of childhood secrets, hidden away amongst bare foliage. Elsewhere, excitement is rather hard to come by, though we liked the stack of sugar cubes made to like the visuals on a sound desk, even if we couldn’t really see the point.

Across the road at the Belgravia Gallery they had an exhibition of twentieth century Russian pieces (see inset). Much of it was tedious and veered from the over familiar style of Soviet propaganda posters to dull depictions of Lenin looking inspirational and noble. Still, they had some pretty landscapes and it’s probably worth a look if, unlike us, your attention span lasts longer than twelve seconds.

So it was a fine afternoon in the end and we got to wander around Mayfair looking as if we just might be Russian billionaires. We even popped over to Fortnum and Mason to steal free samples of posh food from their displays. Well if they’re stupid enough to give it to us, they’ve only got themselves to blame.

He May Or May Not Be Jesus. There's No Way Of Knowing

2007-11-14T20:05:00.000Z

It's difficult to emphasise just how emphatically artslondon admires the comedian Stewart Lee. It's got to the extent where, every time a classic set by Bill Hicks or Richard Pryor is released on DVD, artslondon watches it only to be re-affirmed in our belief that Stewart Lee is up there with the best of them.We consider ourselves to be un-shockable but In 2005, artslondon was so affected by seeing Stewart Lee live, performing his set "90s Comedian" that we staggered gasping out of the Soho Theatre afterwards, gagging for air, wondering at what we'd just seen. Lee had just managed to lay a full scale frontal assault on Jesus Christ himself. With Jerry Springer The Opera, it was very much a case of"what's all the fuss about, that isn't offensive at all, unless you have no sense of irony". With '90s Comedian, that certainly wasn't possible. You can't perform jokes about vomiting into the gaping anus of Jesus Christ without legitimately upsetting people.

There was a point to it all of course. What makes Stewart Lee gigs so great is that there is always a hidden narrative behind what you're seeing. The '90s Comedian set was as much about the process of writing comedy and attacking lazy comedians as it was about the War on Terror or Christianity.

At a more recent, gig, in a 20 minute slot, we were rather underwhelmed by Lee's current set. But we're willing to give it another go because it's Stewart Lee and because he's a comedian whose sets don't work particularly well when rushed. Lee will be performing at the Soho Theatre from tonight until Christmas. Most of the early dates are sold out but there are still places available for the December performances which can be purchased here.

Darren Hayman Live: In Which We Get Over-Excited and Bounce Until Our Ankles Hurt Before Feeling Guilty About Our Obsession Wth Image

2007-11-13T20:15:00.000Z

If artslondon gave the impression here that we were anything other than in complete love with the live act that is Darren Hayman and the Secondary Modern then we wholeheartedly apologise. It could be that we're spoilt from the sheer quantity of gigs he plays in London. It might be that making lazy-journalist style jokes aout his appearance is an easy cop out. Or even that the over-use of banjo and ukelele in some of the past gigs has rather grated on us.

But last night's gig at the Luminaire was an absolute treat. And he's not actually that odd looking really. And as a speccy, odd looking skinny type, artslondon shouldn't really criticise other speccy, odd looking skinny types. In fact, dressed in a blazer as he is tonight, he has a certain kind of rough charm.

But there we go again, talking about the look and forgetting to mention the music. Since Darren swapped the lovely Amos and co. for the rockier Secondary Modern bunch, his live performances have improved dramatically. He finally has a band that can do justice to the rockier Hefner songs and breathe new life into French songs like Porn Shoes and Gabriel in the Airport.

"I know how to judge an audience and that look you just gave me was saying "Please stop playing the Hefner songs and play one of the ones off the new album"". Darren does like to toy with his audience and made quite an effort to stir up an atmosphere by orchestrating a guitar-violin duel between two members of the band. Meanwhile the new songs sound great and artslondon has fallen in love with Art and Design, a song about forbidden love between two teachers, one of whom may just be Mr. Hayman himself.

The only fault was that it was all just too short.
The only bonus being that its lateness meant that artslondon ended up seeing both the support acts. The Wave Pictures were excellent and seemed to have a large fan contingent in attendance. It was the second time we've seen My Sad Captains (see opposite) and although in terms of appearance they resemble a sort of lo-fi Mcfly (a band member to suit every taste) they play perfect indie pop that just doesn't sound all that great on record yet. Check out first single Bad Decisions here if you don't believe us. There's a great song there fighting to get out.

In fact, the whole evening was suffocatingly Indie Pop. Which is fine every once in a while. Let's just say we had fun. And that we won't be so blasé next time Darren announces a London gig in a small-mid sized London venue.

An Evening of Wine, "Nibbles" and Luuurve

2007-11-11T22:24:00.000Z

At artslondon we've always been in love with Foyles on Charing Cross Road. Perhaps it's the sheer size of the place. It might be something to do with the staff who are frighteningly helpful. It could be because it remains one of the best places in London for a game of hide and seek. Or maybe it's simply because it's not a Waterstones or a Borders. Whatever, it's always a pleasure to wander around its ramshackle corridors.

On Thursday, they are holding a special event to celebrate the release of Four Letter Word which purports to be a collection of fiction "exploring the charm, potency and seductive powers of a classic genre... the love letter". Hmm.

There are some great authors involved though. Michel Faber, who wrote The Crimson Petal and The White, Orange-prize winning Lionel Shriver (see above), Hari Kunzru and Gautam Malkani will all be in attendance to read their contributions to the collection. With the added bonus of there being "complimentary wine and nibbles" it suddenly starts to sound like a very attractive evening. It's at 6.30 in the Gallery area and it's absolutely free. For tickets e-mail Foyles here.

George Is Short For Georgina Apparently

2007-11-11T12:00:00.000Z

In the absence of John Peel and Steve Lamacq, Radio 1 has felt increasingly pointless in the evenings. There is one glimmer of hope remaining though, in the form of Huw Stephens who partly fulfils the Peel remit of providing a forum to the type of lo-fi indie acts who wouldn’t get played anywhere else. As with Peel, you have to wade through a lot of crap to find the gems but it’s better than nothing and a million times better than Colin Murray playing theme tunes from TV programmes you liked when you were six.

Back in August, Huw started running a monthly band night at the Social on Little Portland Street to tie in with his radio show. artslondon haven’t been able to go down there yet, but the lineup for this month’s show on Thursday week may prove an allure too hard to resist.

George Pringle (see above) is half art school joke, half Black Box Recorder style genius. She also sounds unnervingly posh. She actually reminds us of Pulp spin off band Venini. The Guardian described her as “Shoegaze-pop, poetry and electronica”. Definitely worth having a look at. And headlining is Gideon Conn (see below) who may just be the most lo-fi alt-folk singer songwriter you’ll ever come across. Whch isn't a particularly complimentary way to describe someone but we're currently addicted to his myspace site and desperate to see him in the flesh.

The good thing about these nights is the opportunity to take a risk and see some new bands with the safety net provided by knowing they’ve been chosen by Mr. Stephens. It’s only £4, takes place in one of the West End’s cosiest venues and has to be better than staying at home and listening to this prick rap to himself for two hours. See you there.

War is Beautiful. Fact.

2007-11-09T19:32:00.000Z

The Imperial War Museum are currently staging a fantastic exhibition entitled Weapons of Mass Communication. The exhibition looks at war posters and the way in which they have evolved over time. It's a superb way to spend an hour or so, containing over 300 posters, ranging in subject matter from the Spanish Civil War (see above) to CND to the 2003 anti war demonstratons.

What's most striking is just how well so many of the posters stand up as works of art in themselves. Anyone with any interest at all in design will be blown away. It's also amusing to see the dated nature of some of the posters. One print, for example, features an attractive blonde lady speaking to some drunk soldiers in a bar. Underneath the tagline reads "Keep Mum, She's Not So Dumb". Hmm.

If anything, the large number of posters on display rather lessens the impact, particularly in the sections that deal with the home front and the encouragement of the public to invest in government bonds. But the exhibition clearly demonstrates the way in which the development of propaganda posters has been largely based on the theft of ideas. No sooner does one campaign come up with a clever new design idea than it is seen on posters by designers on the other side of the world. The exhibition also gives a glimpse into some of the social values of the past, in which women were demanded to work in factories at one moment and harangued into returning to their homes a few years later.

So all in all, a bloody great exhibition. Oh-and don't bother going to see the annoyingly overrated Camouflage exhibition that a certain London listings magazine got so excited about. It's too small to warrant the £7 price tag and the use of camouflage in modern day fashion isn't nearly as ironic or interesting as they make out. There's plenty of other stuff to see there and there's always the treat of standing next to a bloody great cannon to excite you if your adrenalin levels flag.

Odd Looking Pervert Sings To People In Room

2007-11-08T18:14:00.000Z

Monday night sees yet another gig by ex-Hefner frontman and all round perv Darren Hayman. This time he's playing at the Luminaire in Kilburn, one of London's finest venues. Darren is a songwriter who has written plenty about the, ahem, pleasures of London. As the lead singer of Hefner, he penned the lyric "This is London not Antarctica so why don't the tubes run all night?". His website includes a guide to classic London cafes which can be found here. He has the knack of wringing out stories from the most mundane London lives. Seeing Darren live is always a treat and he will be promoting his excellent new album.

Support comes from My Sad Captains. artslondon have witnessed them live and were mightily impressed but a little disappointed when we actually heard them on record. Still, definitely worth getting there early for.

Boil-In-The-Bag Perversion For Sexually Repressed Accountants

2007-11-07T18:27:00.000Z

On Saturday the BFI Southbank will be showing the excellent Spaced. All of it. For six hours. Which might be a bit too much post modernism for some people. Except that Simon Pegg, Jessica no-longer-called-Stevenson Hynes, Nick Frost and Edgar Wright will be doing a Q and A as part of the event.

If you've heard their commentaries on the original Spaced DVDs you'll know that they're good company, insightful and amiably obsessive. So an afternoon in their company would be time well spent. Unfortunately, the BFI inform us that it has sold out. They told us though that there is a good chance of getting some returns on the day and that they become available from 4.30 onwards.

This is all part of the BFI's Celebrating Channel 4 season marking the channel's 25th anniversary. They have quite a few treats in store including Sexy Beast, a preview of the next series of Shameless and the fantastic My Beautiful Laundrette.

A Night Of Mancunian Back-Slapping

2007-11-06T21:59:00.000Z

Now this looks interesting. Lemn Sissay, currently artist in residence at the Southbank Centre will be curating a special evening of Manchester themed events on Friday night. Lemn is probably best known for his "public poetry" which adorns the walls of a number of Manchester buildings. The pictures below are of a pub called Hardy's Well, which is situated on a busy bus route from South Manchester into the centre of the city. Part of the fun is that you see the poem each time you catch the bus into town but rarely have time to read the whole thing before the bus ploughs on.

Friday night's event is entitled 24 Hour Party People which just goes to show that even great poets can sometimes suffer from an embarassing lack of imagination. The gigs feature, amongst others, Dave Haslam, who has basically made a career out of being more Mancunian than anyone else ever, socialist poet Chloe Poems, Johnny Bramwell from I am Kloot, Henry Normal and, god forbid, Terry Christian. So it's a true mixed bag.

It remains to be seen whether this is yet more dull Manchester mythologising or whether it will actually be a fun, original night out. Probably worth turning up for though if only to gaze at the beautiful new Southbank Centre building.

Inspirational Ramblings

2007-11-06T18:00:00.000Z

Monday is rarely a day for splashing the cash about so artslondon found ourselves wondering down to a free talk at King's College.

Geoff Travis founded the Rough Trade label in 1978. Over the years, Rough Trade have released music from the likes of The Smiths, The Strokes, The Libertines, British Sea Power, Belle and Sebastian, The Go-Betweens, The Fall and pretty much everyone worth listening to ever. Last night, Geoff came to do a Q and A session with a large group of frighteningly well groomed students.

The event was one of a series of talks set up by the Cultural and Creative Industries programme. Previous speakers have included a certain Mr. Terence Davies. It’s worth keeping an eye on the King’s College website for future talks and more information about upcoming events can be found here.

Geoff’s passion for new music is immediately apparent to anyone who crosses his path. He was asked a series of questions about what he felt the future held for the music industry. His stock response was something along the lines of “I don’t know and I don’t care”. Most amusingly, he called Razorlight “hollow” and described their music as sounding as if it were “almost designed by computer”. He re-iterated his longstanding accusation that the NME fixed its annual album of the year poll a couple of years ago to ensure that the more fashionable, over-hyed Bloc Party took the Number One spot above the Arcade Fire who had not at that time even appeared on the cover of the magazine.

Inevitably, talk later turned to The Smiths and Geoff was asked how he felt about releasing records which, let’s say, weren’t too complimentary about him. He handled the issue with grace saying “you have to have a sense of humour about these things.....They were frustrated. They thought they should be riding in limos and be taking helicopter rides up to Rusholme”. He noted with some satisfaction that Morrissey later expressed a desire to come back to Rough Trade.

Geoff is a man whose love of music appears to know no bounds. He seemed to have no interest in the mythology of the industry or in making himself look cool. If anything, he seemed to revel in his awkward geek status. A man truly worthy of our admiration and a genuine London icon.

Proof that winning the Perrier award doesn't mean you have to instantly become both annoying and ubiquitous

2007-11-05T14:31:00.000Z

This is Mr. Daniel Kitson. He won an award once. But he doesn't have his own Channel 4 panel show. He doesn't look as good in skinny jeans as Noel Fielding. Actually he looks like Fozzie Bear. See:

Anyway, he happens to be one of our greatest living comedians. An evening in his company is a bit like being an adult and hanging out in your school staff room with the most eccentric geography teacher you ever had being regaled with tales of fossils and geological mishaps. Whilst at the same time being made to laugh uncontrollably until you can barely control your bodily functions.

Fans of Mr. Kitson will know that it can sometimes be rather difficult to see him perform. This is because many of his shows sell out quickly and are announced with very little fanfare. Still, if you head to http://www.danielkitson.com/danmailinglist.html and sign up to his mailing list you should be able to get into one of his shows. He is currently doing a series of Sunday night shows at The Hob in Forest Hill which isn't as out of way as you might think. It's not listed yet on the website but rest assured that it is happening and is worth booking for beforehand. Much of his set feels improvised but there's still a tightness to his performance. His glee at the idiotic and ridiculous is infectious and an evening in his company is time well spent. Reviews of stand up comedy have always seemed rather pointless so we'll leave it there. Just go and see him.

An Unusual Afternoon in Peckham

2007-11-05T13:40:00.000Z

Yesterday was spent in deepest, darkest south-east London for a rather special event.

The Fall Into Place exhbition was a bit of a treat, set up in the organiser's own home on a quiet residential street in Peckham. Beforehand, I was wondering whether I had the energy to wander down there. Then I noticed that the e-flyer claimed "Entrance is through the ground floor window". Well it's better than "Take the A5 slip-road just after Watford Gap Services". Having tracked down the address and journeyed down with my A-Z, I walked up the stated street slightly worried that it was all some kind of hoax and that a bunch of trendy mulleted East London types would jump on me and beat me to death for even thinking myself cool enought to attend their party.

But no. Some fairy lights marked the entrance and indeed, there was the ground floor window. We had to practically hurl ourselves through, landing with a rather undignified thump to find a gracious host welcoming us. "Beer is in the bath. Feel free to wander around. The main performance will begin in about 20 minutes. Just relax and have fun". Well. Okay.

In the bath were lots of small bottles of beer. We took a couple and sat down in the living room. Any type of performance which involves free beer is good. Most impressive was the collection of paintings which adorned the living room, painted by the marvellous Alice White. They were portraits-cold but not impersonal and deeply impressive. She is exhibiting more of her work at the Nolias Gallery from 22 November 2007. Make her the first artslondon hero.

Upstairs, a tiny room was filled with records pinned to the walls and a pre-teenage DJ. Next door, what resembled the form of dismembered limbs was stuck to the wall. Isabelle Tasseff-Elenkoff was the lady responsible and they were rather striking, even if her description on the flyer did say that her work:

"investigates the role of memory as an inherent part of human psyche and its possibilities of translation through the tangible medium of art. The textile shadows act as a template of our presence into the lights. They perform as memory drawings of our past threaded into our future.". Hmm. Someone needs to get over themselves I think. Still, it was interesting stuff and I'd be intrigued to see more.

Elsewhere, the buzz of children's cartoons and scattered audio-visual technology filled another room, increasing the feeling that we were embarking on some kind of magical mystery tour. Live music just added to the fun. It was part party, part installation art, part squat and everything that makes the London arts scene so great. Unusual, original, DIY based but with very little bullshitting. Nice one.

For more details, have a look here: http://pecknam.com/blog/fall-into-place-at-the-manor/

Start at the beginning...

2007-11-05T13:29:00.000Z

Welcome to artslondon. Apologies for the inevitable use of lowercase formatting. This is an arts blog for London. If you are planning an event and you want to get it publicised, please e-mail me. The purpose of this blog is to provide previews of forthcoming events in London and reviews of events which have already occured.

I will think up some ground rules shortly, but let's start off and see how we get on.