So, I’m totally going mental, at the mo. Way too much to do, before i leave for my European road trip.
Which unusually lead me to watch some TV. This was what I watched. Well the bottom one.
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An interesting bit of text about the whole story in the Telegraph Newspaper.
So i’m off on my little trip accross Europe next monday, so I thought I’d give you a little taster, of the delights in store, and some reasons for the project.
Oh, also, for those of you who know, Mum’s the word!!!!
NERD SPOT!!!!!
If you’ve got one of these, then you’ll probably come accross this problem. Just un screw the back, and clean out the fan bay.
Check out how much dust there is.
Use a litttle brush to loosen off the dust, and a hoover to clean it up.
Now put it back together.
I have added a fan, to help keep mine cooler.
Yeah Wise Guys, Will Probably Get A MAC Next!!!!
Yesterday I was in Dublin.
So the honeymoon period with flying is over. I’d rather clean public lavatories with out marigolds, than fly commercially. I mean its so typical that Diamond’s little pop around (below), was having a service. Always the way, I’m sure he does in on purpose.
Regardless of this little set back, what does my head in is the security, shoes off, belt off, Jacket off, you may as well, not bother puttting any clothes, until you enter the departure lounge. Also don’t ask about the brainless robot, who nearly lost my watch. I mean I didn’t make a scene, but….
Now a much as i’m Bitchin about flying, airports, are another thing. I have a particular enjoyment of long airport corridors, everyone flying along, they are full of mixed emotion, anticipation & Frustration.
So without forgetting the reason, I inceased my Carbon foot print, for the evening, was to go to Mums birthday.
What a great eveing, lots of family, friends & Drink. To think this time last year, Mum was having a Lung removed.
Rock On Mum, Love you Lots.X
So, I know what you thinking, who is interested in Trafalgar Sq? Here are a few reasons-
1- The National, Agreat place to read the paper.
2- The Hawkes, used to scare off the pigeons.
3- The Nutters, they are everywhere.
4- The Fourth Plinth, Thomas Schütte’s ‘Model For A Hotel’ Very Contraversial.
5- Informative Signs, I do think it should have been translated into at least 20 Languages.
6- The National Portrait Gallery Bar, overlooking the square.
Click For The Club4Climate Site.
So, where the hell do you start. I suppose, firstly, you got to hand it to them. All the erergy is renewable, they have ticked all the boxes etc etc. Even a dance floor that produces energy when you dance (how long will that last). But I just don’t get some of it, materials that could be local ie english, have been shipped in from a third world country. The Ironic wall of postcards, the air con that doesn’t really work, plastic cups, why not glass? I mean will they have Fair Trade Ethically Sourced Pills?
The real problem I have this Eco Jazz, is that, it Looks it. Why does everything Eco, have to look like its just been washed up on a Beach? But at least they have Organic Fair Trade Wine!
So as it chucked it down, evryone made a dash for the new Phillips De Pury Gallery, to attend the Quintessentially Summer Party.
The the Mario show still up, it made for a great backdrop, although the security were being particularlly precious, about anyone standing in front of them, in case they touched the glass!!!!!
The Top Dogs were there Richard young and Dave Benett.
There were five instillations around the gallery, but it wouldn’t be a Q summer party, without a Naked man, thankfully this year there was no BOTTLE.
This Piece is getting harder & harder, to get. Everytime I convince Galen that it would go perfectly next the all the other pieces of her work in my flat, another collector (with I may add, has more cash), slips the noose round the neck, and walks it home.
For a little while this piece is in a Show with painter Rachel Warriner, 2 Banner House, Banner Street, London, EC1Y . OK, so its in a council flat, for any of you looking for some big white space. Open Friday & Saturday, 12-5pm, until the 26th July.
Now to many this is a double edged sword, the ‘Sirens’, i’m refering to, do not eminate from a white car with blue flashing lights, Oh no, I talking about the The Sirens.
For many thousends of years they have provide Seamen, with great heroic adventures of escape & death (mainly death), and once more I can reveal, that they are still out there, haunting souls with their song. It has been a tuff, in fact remarkable couple of days. I can bearly believe that I have live to tell the tale of meeting such Temptresses.
I was confronted by these beasts while scratching my way home, after a night of true adventure, just like Odyessys himself.
I heard this amazing sweet sound drifting along the pavement ( I was not in the Gutter, Contry to many versions of this tale!), and captivated I had to follow, until i rounded the corner, and Bosh, there were Peisinoe, Aglaope, and Thelxiepeia.
Their peircing eyes stopped me in my tracks, the vision of otherworldlyness, stunned evry sense in my body, and reduced me to my knees.
I could see that all around were in a zombie like state, and I fought, i felt my Soul being pulled from my body, i mean I’ve got soul, BUT I’m not a soilder!
As I reached for my phone, i grabbed this final shot, as you can see Thelxiepeia, is cleverly discuised as a fish belt! But to tell you what happend next, well I would if I could, but then it would sound too fishy. All i know is that i made it home yesterday, and have had no major sideaffects…………………………. YET!
Diamond Rodgers Lives to Tell Another Tale.
XXX
Life of Mugabe On Wikkipidia.
Don Holland, your Editor-at-Large here at Diamond Rodgers, does not profess to be a member of parliament, a member of the Monster Looney Raving Party, a fan of William Pitt the Younger (son of William the elder, who was also Prime Minister), a voter, a man, a woman, a dog, a watcher of the West Wing, or anything that might just suggest some kind of expertise when it comes to the subject commonly know as POLITICS.
But.
With regard to Gordon Brown, his cabinet, the opposition party, Mrs Thatcher, Mary Whitehouse, Boris Johnson, Ken Livingstone, Jeffrey-bleeding-Archer, and all other things that incorporate the body of our blessed political system here in Blighty, well, crikey-and-hell folks, surely the way to deal with Zimbabwe is a mere matter of Common Sense.
Or, indeed, no CS.
Getting rid of Robert Mugabe and his Zanu party seems to be what to do. He’s not a very nice man. Neither are the people who work for him. Terrorism and high inflation do not a well balanced love child make.
So come on Gordo, get the heck out of Iraq and get the heck into Zimbabwe. It’s a darn shame — and frankly hilarious, for all the wrong reasons — that you’re fighting the wrong blooming war. Finding anyone who wants our brave chaps in Saddam’s Alma Mater is like waking up and discovering the Taj Mahal in your back-yard. It aint going to happen.
However, freeing a country from an 84-year-old bloke who could really use retirement would be a jolly good thing to consider. And, would suggest you know what you’re doing.
Right…?
Don Holland- Editor at Large.
So it was the usual sunday night, pottering round the house, pondering, on wether to go out (BAD) or stay in (Boring). It was with a great relief when Ali called, and said he was playing with his step - Dad, the ledgendry country singer Hank Wangford
& did I want to come along. Due to some mishap, with a farmyard machine, silage & a Chicken, he bust his wrist!! & Ali had to step in.
Its was all going very well, the gig was great, and I was going to get my coat, when Ali mentioned he was going to a Party, did i want to pop along with him.
Well, I did, and we ended up at a Karokee (Another One!) night at the recently opened Whiskey Mist Bar,under the Hilton.
At this point it still pains me to think of the rest of the evening, I’ve not had hangover like that for a while, not to mention the round of 4 glasses of wine costing £50!!!!! Oh and the question I keep getting ‘ What A-Levels did you do??’ Work That One Out!!
Morgan.
So while your all thinking about how to do your hair tonight, i’d like to give you a little reality check, come crashing down with me.
Many years ago, i met this chap called John D, in fact it was shooting the Alturnituve Miss World.
Alternative Miss World
There are many photographers out there, and many are insecure twats, who are no fun. I’m not going to go into it, but when you meet someone nice, you tend to stay in touch, as with John D.
So form AMW to Afghanistan, John D is now a full time war reporter. For his passion, just after the photo below was taken, he was blown to bits, but after many months, he was fixed up. He now is back out there, doing work for the Guardian. Totally fucking Mental, but someone has to do it.
John D’s Site (pic copyright John D Mc Hugh).
Now I wouldn’t normally blog this, but a recent piece called ‘Lost in Translation’, is a totally amazing piece of reporting. You must check it out!!!
Lost In Translation - When the US 173rd Airborne’s Charlie Company try to speak to a Pashtun elder, the gulf is so great even the interpreters have given up interpreting. John D McHugh reports, with Teresa Smith and Alex Rees.
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Morgan O’Donovan.x
Click To See The Last Bridges Set.
Strange Things there.
