Enter the Vortex

So here’s the posters I designed for two gigs I’m helping to put on- one in London, the other in Margate. As per the press release “Girl Sweat is the ever-changing garage-noise project fronted by the 6ft 5” beast that is ‘Sweat’” along with the fine collection of psych and drone weirdos assembled in support. My brief for the poster was “illuminati/masons cult shit”. I hope I delivered.

FB event– Tickets £5 (early bird)/ £7 (advance)/ £9 (door)

FB event– Tickets £5.50 (advance) / £7 (door)


Some thoughts about having left London

(A sunset I saw on the beach about a month ago)

So I returned permanently to the UK in September and moved to Margate. I grew up in Kent, but haven’t lived here permanently since I was 18, which feels like a long time ago. Settling in has been both good and hard. I travelled non-stop essentially from January to September, and adjusting myself to being in one place and the idea that I live somewhere has taken a while. It’s also kind of weird pretty much only being surrounded by people I’ve known for 1-2 months- you feel like the awkward new kid at school.

I spent the last four years mostly in London, and frankly living in London is brutal. I came to the realisation recently after a conversation with a friend who returned to Leeds after years in London, that you just get used to this continual background low-level rejection from people in the capital. Whether you are worth talking to or acknowledging as a person depends on where they place your value in terms of status or connection. People speak to you with one eye over your shoulder for someone better to talk to than you. People you have met and spoke to many, many times claim they don’t recognise or remember you, I guess because you weren’t important enough to remember. People would look eager when I said I worked somewhere prestigious (museum) and then their face would drop when it turned out my job was extremely unprestigious (tourist information desk and tickets). If you’re not status or money-focused (I’m not) it can be quite a grim social environment. Even so-called “alternative” places could be like that- very focused on whether you knew the right cool people or not.

Of course I have/had like actual friends there (most have left or are planning to leave) I like and enjoy spending time with, but with busy schedules and everyone only being able to afford to live in peripheral areas, there’s a whole lot of logistical wrangling and booking things in a diary two weeks ahead to actually get to see them.

Also it seems pretty much the only way to meet people for relationships was via internet dating, which is extremely depressing. No-one speaks to you in places like pubs or gigs. Some people find dating sites a wonderful expansive use of technology, I find them a depressing neo-liberal way to commoditise people. My few very short and depressing attempts at using them gave me a strong impression that people felt they were ordering up some customised person off a catalogue. They weren’t looking for a real human, just a nice lifestyle accessory with every feature to their satisfaction (and probably very unrealistic expectations). Aside from the nasty harassing messages that most women get, even a good chunk of the men who were ok in messages were nasty in real life, and because they felt it was anonymous and we’d never meet again, it was ok to be nasty. (Either a lot of people have been reading those terrible MRA pickup guides, or they have independently become an arsehole). For example, who does things like look into my noticeably green eyes and then start telling me at great length that of course the most attractive eye colour is blue? Why? What result do they think that will get other than pissing me off and making me leave? You also of course have no reference or background for this person, and have no choice but to believe what they tell you about themselves, making it ideal I guess for compulsive liars. It’s better to retire from the field.

Socially and logistically, living in a small town again is pretty different, and I’m still adjusting my brain (I still mildly panic when I look at a clock and it’s an hour before something, because I would already be late in London). I’m still always so pleased at the way that people seem to genuinely want to talk to me as a person though. They remember meeting me! I keep getting hugged! I get introduced to people’s friends. When I initiate conversations with people, they are happy to chat to me, rather than making it clear I’m essentially filler material until they spot a better person. It’s actually pretty sad that I notice this, and makes me wonder what the hell I was doing in London.

In pretty much every way, my life is easier, despite the fact I have way less money. I can just about afford to live alone and not have to live with a million housemates, everything is in walking distance, and people are nice to me. I should have left London way earlier.

Enjoy your Londons

enjoy pigeons (60s petcare book by Earl Schneider)

In 2015 I’ve worked long hours in the day job (+ spending the spare time I did have in the summer helping to make DIY Space for London a reality) and not had much time for creative projects. It’s been good for my CV, and my material standard of living has improved, but I’ve not always had the time or energy to devote to doing much in the way of creative work or taking as much advantage of all the interesting things London has to offer as I could do or would have liked. I now have plenty of time and not much money until January, so now seems the time to try to figure out how to get a better work-life balance without going broke (always a challenge in an expensive city like London). It’s a month early to do New Year’s Resolutions, but why let a calendar stop me. I always feel much happier and focused with a to do list to work on. Here’s my goals.

Do more creative work in general- illustration, sewing, photography
I have really neglected this area this year. I’ve got a massive list of project ideas I’ve come up with, and not acted on (and also a large stash of fabric). There’s nothing as satisfying and confidence-boosting as making something come into the world from your imagination.

Earn some money from doing creative work
My day work has certainly been related in some sort of way, but mostly encompassed the more regimented side of things like production schedules or school curricula. Not doing my own independent projects has made my own portfolio feel a bit sad, because I haven’t updated it in so long, and then you end up in a cycle of not wanting to put it forward. So working on my own projects has multiple benefits here.

Enjoy the benefits of living in London more and see my friends as much as possible
There are so many interesting, inspiring and often free things to do, and new corners of the city to explore but I’ve often been too busy or tired to enjoy them this year. Your friends end up being dotted all over the city due to living expenses and work locations, and you have to plan to see them, it doesn’t just accidentally happen like in smaller towns. Living in London is expensive and hard work, so you might as well enjoy the upsides of living here, otherwise it’s just a slog.

Make some new zines
I haven’t made a new zine in AGES, and have a few unfinished ones on the go.

Read in French and German more often
I know these languages well enough to comfortably read books in them without much strain. I just don’t, mostly out of laziness. Seeing as I can, I should. It does wonders for your vocab and unconscious feeling for the language anyway. If I had the time and money, I’d like to take some more formal German classes and take the Goethe-Zertifikat C1 or C2 (I can say that I’ve done a C1 level university class, but that was 11 years ago, and I don’t have any official certificate), which would open academic doors in German-speaking countries. I don’t think that’s on the cards in the immediate future though.

Keep this blog updated regularly
I enjoy documenting things, and like to look back on my old entries to remember what I was doing, and what interested me at the time, and it’s a good way to share things with my far-flung friends who I might not see as often as I like due to geography.

Get my risograph machine up and running and make prints with it
I got a cheap second-hand riso machine off ebay in the Summer. After transporting it across the country in the back of a van, it developed an error. One of the sensors inside thinks there’s a paper jam, when there isn’t. Hopefully when I give it the once over with a can of compressed air and isopropyl alcohol, it will fix the problem. Otherwise it’ll have to wait until I can afford to call in the service technician.

Get my bike fixed
Someone in my old building stole some parts from the brakes a few weeks before I moved out, which was incredibly annoying and rendered my bike unusable. My bike only cost £40, but I’m fond of it, and it’s a trooper when it has all the necessary parts. Cycling in London can be terrifying and sometimes dangerous, and the separate cycling paths and widespread culture of cycling in Brighton really spoilt me, so although I don’t feel comfortable or safe cycling in the heavy traffic of a lot of the city, I live really near Blackheath, a big nature area with quiet roads and interesting shops which is ideal for cycling.

Start going swimming again
I live five minutes walk from a really nice public pool. The only time I’ve had the time to go there since I moved here in the Summer, was when I had shingles and wouldn’t have been allowed in! I really don’t enjoy gyms at all, but have always enjoyed swimming, and it’s great for your back and joints when you’re at a computer a lot.

Finish decluttering
When I moved house, I discovered just how much junk was lurking in boxes shoved on top of tall bookcases or under the bed. Moving in to an attic room with sloping ceilings, limited vertical wall space and no storage really made it clear. I recently read Mari Kondo’s Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up book, which is currently all the rage, but it really does make you feel excited about tidying up! (Her philosophy is basically put everything from one category like clothes in a big pile, and pick up each item, if it doesn’t instantly make you feel good, or you try to talk yourself into keeping it “just in case” it can go). I’ve ruthlessly gone through my clothes, which has already improved matters, but there’s still lots of books, papers and miscellaneous craft/stationery type stuff to go.

Cook from scratch more, and entertain at home more
I love to cook, but it’s also something that’s fallen along the wayside. My old place didn’t have a very good kitchen and didn’t really have space to invite people for meals either, so I got out of the habit. At one time I used to crank out at least one cake a week.

Keep more up to date with new music, films, books etc
Most of the new things I’ve enjoyed this year have been from the recommendations of friends, rather than from seeking things out. I enjoy hunting out new things, and need to get back into the habit of going through the reviews of new releases and listening to the things that sound appealing.

Save Waterloo Library

Save Waterloo Library poster

I made these posters to help a friend campaign to stop Waterloo Library being closed down and sold off (there is definitely no resemblance intended to a certain range of paperback books . . ). Lambeth council is making devastating cuts to their libraries after having their budget cut. This government have been slowly and deliberately destroying every public service they can, if it doesn’t make their rich business friends richer, they don’t care. Libraries are incredibly important, and the poorer the area the more vital they are. Even with my family, who did have books at home, there is no way I would have the education I have now if I hadn’t have been constantly reading books from the public library growing up.

Colour and black and white versions of the poster and flyers are available to download here and print out if you live in London and want to help with the campaign. There is also a petition here, and a council feedback form to fill in here

Facebook group for saving all Lambeth Libraries here
Facebook group for saving Waterloo Library here

Tate Britain


I went to the Tate Britain the other day. I went there planning to go to the Folk Art exhibition, but realised I didn’t have the time or money to do it justice that day, and what I was actually in the mood for was post-war modern art. So that’s what I looked at.

These Phyllida Barlow installations were in the main hall. I liked them a lot, but there was a very posh woman behind me berating the poor gallery attendant as if he had personally put them there for her displeasure. Those kind of people are the absolute worst thing about working in museums.

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