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On 1st February 2006 I wrote my first blurb on here. Maybe it painted a gloomier picture than I had anticipated. Maybe it didn’t. I decided to update it yesterday. Here’s the new shit.I have discovered through MySpace that a large of individuals have a similar world view to me. We stand a long way apart from the general morass however. This is good…it gives us our humanity and our humility.It is true that the further along this stupid game of life we go the more pointless everything seems. I am hearing the clichés of 20 years ago being re-spouted as something “new” and “vital” and it drives me nuts. I hear the sloppy song-writing of hundreds of indie bands and think where is your soul, young men???But, nay, it is the modern age where bands download career packs telling you how you play the record company game. It is all about your haircut, your ability to look the same as all other indie bands…your way of fitting in and saying nothing…..and I look at the metallers, punks and pseudy art rockers and I think thank God I am not part of it…thank God I got individuality on my side.I read the crap pseudy novels that win Booker and Pulitzer nominations, they tell you nothing incoherently and wallow in their shallow style fixations and make me want to take up cudgels and batter the protagonists into a kind of mush that Tommo would have wolfed down in ”Typee” uttering the word “bland”.I also hate the fact that the cosy corner of English fiction has built for itself a flower-garden Utopia where the main players will say at swanky parties, “Oh my God, darling, in order to be a writer you have to have “passion!!!!” And then proceed to write some drivel totally bereft of it……Of course, they all want to put a stop to poverty too, don’t they, darling? But just don’t let any of those poor people clutter Hampstead or Highgate High Street up…..Lip service that’s all you ever get from me.So who am I? Jester, tester, friend of Lester? Smoker, joker, fire stoker? Martyr, farter or a late starter? Jam, peanut or crisp bag king? Jewel, fool or three-legged stool? Porn merchant or literary scammer, hamster, fish or snake in the grass? Killjoy, busboy, bellboy or Hellboy, annoy, tannoy or destroy???? Fishcake, William Blake, Corncrake or knob-ache…all these things may be me…you will have to judge me on what can you can or cannot see……
Link to artists in Lancaster UK:-http://www.virtual-lancaster.net/market/gallery/writers. htm

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