28 February 2011

Tangerinogram- product of a dreary afternoon

It was a cold, wet afternoon today. My back hurt and my dad's house was cold. I made a short (1 1/2 min) silent film because I might as well. It's pretty silly, and shoddily made, but never mind, it's better than daytime tv. If you write in lemon juice it makes invisible ink that you can reveal with heat. I learnt all my top spy tips like that from Enid Blyton books. Beware unsolicited tangerines.

26 February 2011

Not as sad as Dostoyevsky, not as clever as Mark Twain

(not terrific, but it's competent, I hope ..)

1. The Closed Circle- Jonathan Coe
2. Dibs in Search of Self- Virginia Axline
3. Curtain: Poirot's Last Case- Agatha Christie
4. 99 Ways to Tell a Story- Matt Madden
5. Fragile Things- Neil Gaiman
6. Lost Worlds: What Have We Lost and Where Did it Go?- Michael Bywater
7. Exercises in Style- Raymond Queneau trans. Barbara
8. The Atom Station- Halldór Laxness trans. Magnus Magnusson
9. Sweets: the History of Temptation- Tim Richardson
10. Alias Grace- Margaret Atwood
11. Notes from Underground- Fyodor Dostoyevsky
12. Seeing Things- Oliver Postgate
13. Letters from a Lost Uncle- Mervyn Peake
14. Queuing for Beginners- Joe Moran

Alias Grace- Margaret Atwood
This one's based on the true story of Grace Marks, a maid in Canada who was convicted of helping to murder her employer in the 1840s, and spent 30 years in prisons and asylums before being pardoned. It's told from both Grace's point of view, and from that of a young doctor who's fascinated by her case. I particularly like books where you see the same events from different character's perspectives, and I've always liked Margaret Atwood's refusal to give simple trite answers, or simplify people's motivations in the name of having a neatly tied up plot. I've enjoyed every book of hers that I've read, and this was no different.

I certainly never learnt anything about Canadian history at school. Plenty about the UK, US, Germany and Russia, but never a word about Canada. I think pretty much anything I know about the history of Canada either comes from Margaret Atwood books or Hark! a Vagrant (both recommended)

Notes from Underground- Dostoyevsky
I've been on a Dostoyevsky kick recently. He's a cynical old bastard, but he makes me smile. I read this a few years ago as Notes from the Underground (they don't use articles like the or a in Russian, so you can translate it either way). It's strange how changing one word in the English translation can give it different overtones. The Underground brings up ideas of living in some kind of defined subculture, but plain old Underground sounds like being buried. I think I'd go without the the, personally. Anyway, what happens is that a self-described loser has a rant and takes the piss out of utopian visions of Russia's future (take note Lenin), and then tells the story of how he humiliated himself in front of assorted school friends and a prostitute. Read more Russian stuff, you. (This is not the book for people who find tv shows like the Office or Curb Your Enthusiasm horribly painful.)

Some quotes:
"A lazy man! - that is a name, a calling, it's positively a career!"
"Well, in short, the Golden Age will come again. Of course it is quite impossible to guarantee that it won't be terribly boring then (because what can one do if eveything has been plotted out and tabulated?) but on the other hand everything will be eminently sensible. Of course boredom leads to every kind of ingenuity. After all, it is out of boredom that pins get stuck into people."
"Ah, gentlemen, what will have become of our wills when everything is graphs and arithmatic, and nothing is valid but two and two make four?"

Letters from a Lost Uncle- Mervyn Peake
The Gormenghast books are some of my favourites. I got the dvd set for my birthday last month, but I haven't got round to watching it yet (in for a treat there). I wish Mervyn Peake had left the third book out though, it's rubbish and you can tell that he was struggling with dementia while writing it. My copy of Alice has Mervyn Peake illustrations too, which certainly add something, as you can imagine. This is the story of an intrepid arctic explorer uncle dying in the frozen polar wastes, sending his unnamed nephew letters of his exploits with his tortoise-headed sidekick. The book's all pencil drawings overlaid with typewriter text on yellowing paper and fake bloodstains on occasional pages. I'll scan some pages when I have time, they're special.

Queuing for Beginners- Joe Moran
I love pop sociology books and useless trivia. This one's about how the unthought about minutae of daily life in modern Britain came to be, like why queue in a certain way, why have your office set out just so. It starts with breakfast, and continues through a bog-standard office day. Interesting and informative.

I'm going to write about the Oliver Postgate book another time.

17 February 2011

And that's exactly why I'd rather live in dreams

On Saturday I went with Tukru to Moogie Wonderland.

Tukru primping

I helped her do a messy beehive. I'm not the greatest at hair-styling, but it's easier to do that kind of thing on other people than yourself.

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It was a valentine's themed thing, but not obnoxiously. I don't really celebrate valentine's day, I hate being required by tradition to do or feel a certain thing on a certain day. If I want to be romantic, I'll do it whenever I feel like, in my own way, minus boxes of chocolate or over-priced single roses. Same with NYE. If I want to have a big night, I'll have it when I'm genuinely feeling like it, not on the set day.

They have themed art stuff every month at the clubnight. Here's the alarming hand-intestine-huggy thing.

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I thought the pink screen-printed effect was quite valentiney/belle and sebastianish.

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14 February 2011

Nothing to Do With Dionysus

The title's a lie. Here's Dionysus minus his arms and legs, and looking surprisingly cheerful.

I've been making the paper puppets for this today. I was originally going to use split pins for the joints, but I've been reading Oliver Postgate's autobiography (highly recommended by the way) and he just used sewing thread stuck on with scotch magic tape for easy removal, which is a much better solution, as nothing sticks out then. The puppets have interchangeable heads for different expressions. Hopefully I'll get the film finished by weds the 26th when I have one of the dreaded Review of Work days at uni.

(Nothing to Do With Dionysus is actually the title of a very good book about Greek tragedy)

12 February 2011

Typical Grrls- grrrl / genderqueer friendly club night in chatham 3rd March

Typical Grrls March flyer

Female-fronted music, free zine, free cake, zine stall from Vampire Sushi distro. All the good stuff in life, and free entry and cheap drinks to boot.

08 February 2011


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Today Tukru helped me take some photos for my uni project (someone needed to stop the camera tripod falling down the hill and be able to touch things without covering them in blood. Today's myth was Pentheus & the Bacchae. I was a Bacchant/Maenad. I got to sit around in a vest in the winter doused in fake blood, clutching a mostly empty bottle of booze and a fimo human heart and trying not to squint in the unexpected February sunshine. How I usually spend my Tuesday afternoons, really. Fake blood is surprisingly cold in the wind. Clearing up felt like we were covering up a murder.

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Museum of Childhood


On Saturday morning I did a zine workshop for the Brighton Popular Education Collective who run a day of free classes and lectures on things like bike mechanics, sewing and local history one day a month. It was the same workshop I've done loads of times, and it always seems to go down well. This time I had both a lady in her 50s and a very enthusiastic boy of about 7 there.

They didn't pay me to do the class, but they did buy me the train ticket. I ended up back at Victoria at lunchtime, and decided I should do something in London on a whim. I didn't really have any money so I decided to go to a museum because they're free and I love museums.

I haven't been to the Museum of Childhood in Bethnal Green since 2003 and they've had a big refit and changed the displays since then. I really enjoyed it then before the refurb, and I enjoyed it again afterwards. I'm not one of those people constantly yearning for their idyllic childhood, but I am fascinated by the history of toys and packaging design, and there was plenty of interesting stuff in the museum. I hadn't realised how many toys I had from the 60s and 70s. I've got about a million cousins, and no-one in my family ever throws anything away and a lot of them are obsessed with second-hand bargains, so there was a lot of hand-me-downs and hand-me-arounds going on. My parents had a big house (we used to rent out two of the bedrooms) so there was plenty of room for junk. Looking at the museum I realised that I had loads of 60s Sindies and Barbies, but they just hung around in a box until they were given to my cousin Sarah because I didn't have the slightest interest in dollies, only ponies and dinosaurs. I wonder what happened to them. I used to have this rather elaborate Sindy house sitting on the landing that came off my cousin Jasmine (her of the infamous Burberry pushchair and daughter named Paris Tallulah). I really didn't have the slightest interest in it. I was busy putting sticky backed plastic on toilet rolls and going round the garden with a microscope. There was also a handmade dollshouse at my grandparents' house that my grandad made for me to share with my younger cousins Lauren and Jody. Again, I really wasn't interested, although it was a very nicely made house.


At the entrance to the museum they had two art exhibitions. The first one was a kind of art exchange between local artists and ones in Bangladesh and India. I really liked the colours and textiles




My favourite was this huge detailed collage piece by Thurle Wright



The second was giant photographs of odd looking dolls from the museum's collection.


These two particularly caught my eye.


All the better for eating you with my dear.


I started with the optical toys, because they fascinate me.


I wish film strips had still been a common thing when I was a kid, but I guess them seemed a little pointless with video players being so common in the 80s.


"polaroid" camera for toddlers, cardboard pictures included.



Zoetrope strips of birds, bears, and folding travel pirates.


I love this kind of crap.


I also love toy theatres and dioramas. After I went to the museum I went and had a look in Benjamin Pollock's in Covent Garden, a fantastic toyshop that specialises in toy theatres. As I was coming down the stairs there was a very plummy older couple in front of me. The woman was wearing what I can only describe as a daytime opera cape in fleece and the man was holding his phone in front of his face in that way only older people who don't understand mobiles and need stronger glasses do. He answered the phone, had a brief conversation of 2 sentences or so, and then told his wife "It's Peter, he told me he'd pick up Edmund and meet us at the station at 6". I think they might have been the Narnia parents, and I couldn't bring myself to say that their children were going to die in a horrific train crash, all except their lipstick-loving hussy of an older daughter.


Look at this fantastic mermaid and two-headed lion filled toy theatre. I want. It was huge.


No miniature shell bras here.


I liked something about the crappiness of this castle. It looks like a cheap comic become 3d.


Want this puppet.


The Soup Dragon's lizard brother.


Asian shadow puppets are also amazing.


I didn't spend much time in the doll and dollhouse section, because there was other stuff I wanted to see more. I love this doll's wardrobe though, look at the detail.


I could've sworn there was a sylvanian families house you could get that looked exactly like this (I had the sylvanian families log cabin. I also drew on the mouse's face with crayon and then got upset when it wouldn't come off the flocked finish). This is a handmade victorian one though.


Toy flesh.


Sindy. Nicer face than Barbie.

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70s Blythe. I make an exception for Blythes. I haven't got a 70s one, but I have got three modern ones, one brunette, one redhead, and one with pastel pink hair.


I tried and failed many times as a kid to do magic tricks. Once me & my cousin Chris decided to put on a magic show for his sister and mum with a Paul Daniels kit he'd got for christmas and a book of knock knock jokes. The magic tricks didn't work and the jokes weren't funny. They were polite and clapped though.


I can't decide if this is creepy or amazing and if I want one or not. I don't dare google "play sack".


OWL SACK! The beak shape is a hole for the face.


I was very much into spirograph and I've still got some (small) bits now which I used to decorate issue 8 of my zine. Whirly wizard is an even better name and box design though.


I would definitely have been into this as a kid. I was never into stamp collecting though, it seemed too precious. I prefer to use stamps to send people letters. I've always really liked the 1960s pre-decimalisation pennies with the modernist ships on them, they feel a bit like Blue Peter money or something.


A chemistry set was one of the few things I wasn't allowed, much to my chagrin (I was very into science, I had a microscope I loved and I devoured books about evolution and how to produce your own slides and make plaster casts of animal footprints). My older sister caused havoc with hers and managed to cause this indelible brown stain on the kitchen ceiling that would slowly ooze through any paint. I'm not sure what exactly she did to cause that result. It double burned, me not being allowed one, because my favourite book was about kids who get a magic chemistry set and get into all kinds of amusing and surreal scrapes. (I would still recommend the book)


I like to imagine these two owls have a fraught marriage. Speccy owl is always leaving marmalade on the Telegraph and Frowny owl cooks horrible worthy things with boiled lentils.


Can never have too many owls.



Bear with a balalaika. What more can you ask for?


I used to have a very similar satchel, except made out of plastic. I wish I still had it. I'd like to get a satchel, but they're all leather, and I don't use it. I still have a canvas army bag from my schooldays that I continue to use. I remember having a debate with my friend Chloe aged 6 or so. I claimed my satchel was better because it was shinier and not made out of animals (wasn't yet allowed by the parents to be a vegetarian, but I wished), she said her leather one was better because it was biodegradable (except explained in 6 year old terms of melting). You can see what kind of recycling, radio 4 listening parents she had (I was all for saving the whales by buying body shop soap myself too). I also had a great Puddle Lane bag. It later went to a charity shop as I got older. When I was 15 or so I saw an indie girl around town with my bag. The exact one with the pen leak mark in the same place. I didn't go up to her and say anything, because what do you do in that situation? It was a good bag, anyway.


Want this mickey mouse shirt from the 70s, even though I don't even wear white or red.


This swiss costume is made of lovely fabric.


Look at all the details.


This makes my typesetting student's heart rejoice.


Dipthongs, dipthongs, dipthongs. It's a good word.


Ideal for writing ransom demands.

There are activity stations in each section with hands on things like dressing up costumes, games and quizzes to keep younger children occupied. I kept running into this gleeful little girl dressed up as a potato, and kept wondering if it was really a potato suit. It really was. They had a food exhibition with vegetable suits to play in.


I'm really obsessed with vintage food packaging. The fact that printing technology meant that you had to use flat planes of colour for cost effectiveness really gives them the design edge over the cluttered modern designs full of tacky colour gradients and outside glow in letters.


I've got a few taschen books on the topic. My favourite two are the one on children's food packaging design of the 50s and 60s and the one on east german product design.





Next time I have a party, I'm using Wombles plates, alright? I was a big Wombles fan. My older brother had been a big fan in the early 70s, and as I said before, nothing was ever thrown away. I had all the books, and all the albums on vinyl, and the cartoon was always being repeated on tv. I couldn't quite decided if I wanted to be Orinoco Womble or Snufkin from the Moomins when I grew up ( in my spare time from being an archaeologist/famous plasticine modeller of course). I'm not sure what that says about me as a kid or now.

After going to the museum, I chased around the bit between Soho and Covent Garden fruitlessly looking for the Photographer's Gallery and wondering why it used to be so easy to find. It turns out now to have both moved somewhere else, and to be closed for refurbishment. I did spot this magnificent second hand bookshop though, which specialises in music hall regalia and books about the theatre.




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