Monthly Archives: February 2009

Fetish object

Whenever I see one of these I want it. There’s a red one in an advert for Stella at the moment, an ad which makes out that drinking the lager widely know as (wife) ‘beater’ is tres chic. Mais oui.

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How much is a jam butty worth?

M&S have launched a new credit crunch sandwich for 75p. I don’t know if I’ve become middle class or something, but that strikes me as quite reasonable. So long as it’s Tiptree Little Scarlet in the middle. Avec le beurre. … Continue reading

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The difference between the UK and the USA

They had the Jackson 5, we had these guys. Sweet Sensation: sweet suits, sweet song, sensational strides and one slick pair of Superfly shades. The lead vocal is Marcel King, the impresario is Tony Hatch, they hailed from the Eastside, … Continue reading

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I am very tired and have nothing to say

but I am dedicated to lighting up the dates on the calender. Here, therefore, is a picture of the delectable Potteries delicacy, the Staffordshire oatcake. I am anticipating a scintillating thread full of ‘my favourite oatie filling’ and ‘things to … Continue reading

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Working-Class Promo II

There were a couple of nice reviews over the weekend. This one by Rowan Pelling in Saturday’s Telegraph was probably the most enthusiastic response to any of my books so naturally I’ve become a big fan of hers, and this … Continue reading

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Walker Evans

I was sent some photos by a friend on email today, they were rather beautiful still seaside landscapes. They reminded me, somehow, of the great American photographer who is so associated with depression shots, though there is more than that … Continue reading

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The first in an occasional series: Poses I have adopted # 1

Reeking of le rive gauche, soft pack chic, a very persuasive shade of blue, the only difficulty was they were repulsive and made you feel a bit sick.

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