Tatlin’s Tower: Constructivism In The New Year!

Happy New Year to you all! Tardy harbinger of bad news that I am, I have to break this to you gently. The festive season is lamentably over. Put down that mince pie and back away from the cracker, you greedy bugger.

2011: A Ropey Year In Review

So this is Christmas and what have you done? This is just one of the many questions lifted from John Lennon lyrics that I ask myself every year.

It’s a staple of my self-critiquing rhetoric, along with, “When your bird is broken, will it bring you down?” (Song: And Your Bird Can Sing; Answer: Yes), “Is there anything I can do?” (Song: Tell Me Why; Answer: It’s become apparent that there is nothing I can do, at least not well) and, “I gotta ask you comrades and brothers, how do you treat your own woman back home?” (Song: Power To The People; Answer: Not so well, but she’s an imaginary woman, so I only feel moderately guilty).

Soul Train: Liverpool to Barcelona and Back Again (Next Stop, Nostalgiaville)

A fortnight or so ago I popped over to Barcelona for a weekend with the renegade linguist Danolo Vanz (aka my expat cousin Dannish Inquisition) and Carlos the Jackal, my provocative solicitor. Carlos is on a fat retainer of olives, merlot and Royal family strength pornography, so he had to come along in case I got into any bother.

The Balympic Games

Big Ball Head Balancing

Me and my sister Libbileth (I have two sisters) have invented a new sport. It’s more a series of games than a sport, all of which are to be played with found objects in her bedroom and  centre round the act of balancing.

The newly dubbed Balympics has become a big smash this weekend, swallowing inordinate amounts of our time. Born, like all the best ideas, on the back of several office party induced hangovers, it kept us entertained through the long boring weekend of the soul. As opposed to the last two long exciting weekends of Northern Soul.

On My Radio

I’m a sucker for weekend radio. For many years I listened to the holy trinity of Sounds of The Sixties, Jonathon Ross and Pick of The Pops. It might be stating the obvious to say that I love Saturdays – everybody does – but I totally get off on the magic of Saturday mornings and lazing around listening to the radio is a big part of that for me.

Take today for example. I am in a fabulous mood, even though Winnie The Pooh’s blustery day is threatening to blow the house away outside and I have tons of work to do, editing a video for my sister’s fella’s birthday.