The character who signs Jean really has not got a clue as to what Les Halles of Paris were. He makes a cheap jibe. But in fact that place in Paris was life itself. You could find anything you wanted and fresh. It was also a lively area with street life, the cries of the [...]
Westminster council are currently under fire for erecting a statue to commemorate genocidal Ghengis Khan. This is the borough that brought us Dame Shirley Porter – not in quite the same league, admittedly The butcher of Tonypandy. Westminster council again Weird, wrong, strange, surreal: Margate seafront, Kent – suicide bomber in sou’wester. Is this the [...]
‘What happens is surely wild and obscene, virile and tasty, quite immoral – and, precisely because of that, perfectly harmless’ Herbert Marcuse Photos and painting by Paul Nash
Hoisting the Matthew Thompson Bell, Bradford Town Hall Who is this petrol-head with plenty of money to spend on Ferraris in which to poodle around Connaught Square? Last time – you may remember – the licence plate read IRAQ. This time it reads CHERY after a modification from CIICRY. With that kind of money the [...]
We may knock Libcom, but by god do we hate those pricks called Spiked. Every Friday their weekly round-up of ponfications land on our electronic door-mat. We despise them even more than the SWP. The SWP are like Mellor writ large from Lady Chatterly’s Lover: Stupid, with a touching grace of incontinent passion, wheras the [...]
A postcard from the coast Dear Aaron, This town has this really palpable air of decay. Everything is crumbling…it is, allegedly, ‘full’ of asylum seekers/refugees, and one estate agent wouldn’t show me certain properties they were renting because they were ‘in those places.’ I told him to stick his properties up his arse. So you [...]
Once again, some of us at PD found ourselves having a jolly in Margate at the weekend, sucking on the last dregs of a shrinking autumn sun. The Surrealists deemed Blackpool as the only British city worthy of recognition – Margate, no doubt, along with the rest of the southern coast, too pretentiously bourgeois for [...]
Listen to Champion Sound here The creator of Champion Sound explains the origins here More photos of Dalston past and present by Alan Denny here
Brockley, South London, mid August. It’s a balmy evening and the sun is just setting a beautiful shade of red. We have arranged to meet the Platypus London collective. In the Brockley Barge, a more bucolic setting is hard to imagine, but upon arrival our spirits drop when we realize our destination is in fact [...]
Our London Clapton correspondent recently went on a drift through Prague; being a bit of a Ralph Rumney (is that cockney rhyming slang? – Ed) – minus his bad map-reading skills and shit artistic talent – she managed to fail losing herself in the ‘tropolis, and instead, found herself aghast at discovering this sickly homage [...]
