Fish And Chips Bastard*
So I’ve not written on this blog for ages, sorry about that as usual. I have got a nine-to-five now. Err, yeah.
Anyway. Here’s some ace stuff I’ve written about in the past few months for the lovely Three Thousand, seek all of these out if you know what’s good for yer:
The films of Kenneth Anger. It was a push fitting this into two hundred words, I’ll be honest.
Grace Note by Keith Deverell. An art thing about drummers. That was my original review but they insisted on something more substantial.
The Many Faces Of George Grosz #1 by Keith McDougall. The only time in my brief history of writing for Three Thousand that someone’s tweeted me to say I’ve got my facts wrong. Can you spot where?
Textanudes by Arlene Textaqueen. I don’t think her work is pornographic, I should have made that clearer.
Wok The Rock. What a dude.
The Guerrilla Girls, generally. I hope they’re coming back in April.
Eames: The Architect & The Painter. Also difficult to sum up the Eameses in so few inches.
Entertain Us!, by Craig Schuftan. See below.
Buffalo Girls, a film about Thai boxing nine-year-olds. Less harrowing than you’d except.
An Individual Note by Daphne Oram. Or some event to do with it. An excuse for me to gush about the BBC Radiophonic Workshop anyway.
I also done loads of listings. They won’t be relevant now.
*this is a reference to an Andrew O’Neill joke, btw.