On Sat I went down Rochester with Tukru to do some charity shopping. She got Ike & Tina Turner and Human League records, a unicorn colouring book for zine purposes (she’s a big unicorn fan) and I convinced her to get some Agatha Christie books.
Tusk & Songs from a room on vinyl, 60s housecoat/dress (Marks & Sparks 100% Polyester, the finest fibre from the finest maker know to man), Agatha Christie books with great morbid covers (I’m all about the detective novels, Agatha Christie books are so reassuring, they’re always the same) and a seriously weird Ladybird book with sentences like “the puppy wants to play with the trumpet” for zining purposes.
Last weekend I went back to Medway, and I went up the Great Lines with Tukru, and we messed about taking photos.
I shared a stall at the Alternative Press Fair at the start of Feb with my friends Scott and Chris, and their friend Pete who I hadn’t met before. Thanks to Jimi and Peter for organising such a great event.
I added some black streaks to my hair, because I thought that the solid pink ( a base of atomic pink, made a bit redder with a mix of la riche rubine + flamingo pink) was making me look peaky. It also handily disguised my rapidly growing roots. I’m pleased with it.
The 24th was Pancake Day here in the UK. You traditionally make pancakes to use up all your indulgent bits before Lent. I’m not at all religious, and I don’t give anything up for Lent, but I always make pancakes.
English pancakes are like crepes but a bit thicker. You need 1 egg, 1/2 a pint of milk (ie 250ml or 10 fl oz) and 100g of flour, however much water you want and a pinch of salt. You just whisk the ingredients together, leave it for half an hour or so, then pour a small amount into an oiled frying pan and fry one side. When it comes to turning them over, you loosen the edges and then throw it in the air and catch it again once it’s turned over, and continue to fry it.
Usually you serve the pancakes with lemon juice and sugar, but I had mine with melted cheese and mushrooms as a dinner (the pancakes aren’t sweet, so you can eat them with whatever)
(this is the table next to me)
At the end of January I had a stall at the Zine Fest at the women’s library at London Met Uni in East London. I was horribly late, as it seemed almost every form of transport I could possibly use was closed for engineering works that weekend, so I ended up having to walk from Monument to Brick Lane to get there. I had a ridiculously huge table to myself in this cosy little library, and I made quite a good bit of money and did some shameless promotion of the Brighton Zinefest.
Hot Silk Pockets are my friend’s band, and they’re ace. I often get phases where there’s only one song I want to listen to. Their song Panda Eyes was the only song I could listen to last week. (This week it’s been replaced in my affections by Summertime Clothes by Animal Collective and Nothing Ever Happened by Deerhunter, but it’s still a great song).
You can buy the mp3 or 7″ single from Stolen Recordings
This website is ace. It’s just loads of scanned book covers, but really beautifully designed ones.
I went for a walk along the beach whilst waiting to meet up with my cousin, who’s just moved to Brighton. There was a haze on the sea that day, and the pier looked like it was floating on nothing. I never get tired of photographing the seafront.
One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to trawl back through forgotten photos on my hard drive/negatives folder and post-process them. This was one of the first untouched folders I found. Back in September, I went for a walk along the beach along Hove Lawns, right up to Portslade. It was a beautiful day, and there was hardly anyone about, because it was the middle of the week, and the tourist season had pretty much finished.