What a busy The Don I have been! I drew and drew and drew till it was light, then I slept a little, then I went to Cardiff. It was nice there, the Boobytrap boys are ace. I had a bechod hotel to wash in, and I deejayed off of my laptop and saw dope bands called The Early Years and Reigns. Early Years have this kind of psyche gentle Mogwai thing agwan, it was lush. Bathed in sound and that. And then I did my thing, and it was tremendous fun. The lights and smoke machine were all up in my face so I couldn’t really see the crowd so I figured I was in Wembley and went NUTS SPA!
Gruff Super Fury was right in front of me the whole time, which might have been scary and weird when I was little cos I was well into them and I got his autograph on the back of a packet of Silk Cut I found on the floor on Bangor High Street when I was 15, but it’s cool now cos I’m big. After we went back to his yard and watched the election and everybody there was well into Gonzo man! Cardiff people are mad safe, we smoked nice spliffs (first in weeks! A pleasure!) and watched Es Pedwar Ec and talked Welsh until the whee hours, then I went to my hotel and SLEPT for three hours then got up and went to a nice studio in West London, where Brilliant Strings, and orchestra no less (one of whom used to be in The Communards and told me some awesome hardcore Jimmy Somerville stories. I love him), were assembled to record the string parts for a song of mine called Love. YES IT IS TRUE I HAVE STRINGS!
Man, it was super lush. I dreamed of string, always. Dreamed, and dreamt. Now I have them. A lovely lady with a sleepy baby called Sally did the arranging, she is a genius. I listened to the instrumental in my headphones all day after, which involved a fruitful meeting with Paul, who is my excellent and English manager, and an hour or so trying to get a charger for my laptop. I bust that new one somehow.
Now I am back in Eastleigh drawing sofas. I think Wade is going to Barcelona. STUNNERS INTERNATIONAL!
So, it’s half five, we just finished the Living In The Future video, I just found out an Enron-owned company bought our water after they privatised it, now we pay twice as much and they arrest us for having water fights in the summer, and that picture above is a still from the video and an approximation of a dream I had. My Mam had the same dream, with the sky streaked with electricity/TV interference, all that. But she thought it was aliens, not troops.
Maybe it will be both. But probably just men.
Sweet dreams! I wake soon and vote and go play Cardiff goddamnit!
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Wow, my right arm is FUCKED UP, baby. I been drawing all day innit. Zef and I are very close to completion of this Living In The Fuuture. Those monkeys above appear towards theend, for a milisecond. Actually, there’s a lot of mad complicated stuff that I spent eight hours drawing that is onscreen for a milisecond. Zef’s done this mad complex war scene with oil being drilled and people being beheadded and all sorts, you will blink and you will miss it. WORD.
Oh, I keep forgetting there are people out there that still think it was sandniggeragheadterrorristas what blew up those buildings in New York. So read this. Even if you’ve been paying attention, read it anyway, it is very good, and sheds new light on some aspects. And I was previously unaware about that money trail. That is one cerrrazy money trail.
What a thoroughly vicious and ugly election campaign those Tories are running. What a bunch of spamhandling luckists those Lib Dems are. What a conglomerate of evil NuLabor is. What choice is this? The Green party is bankrolled by Esso! How fucking funny is that?
It is interesting to note that Gordon Brown started hanging out in Cali with the Bankers last year, and will be attending the annual childrapefest at Bohemian Grove in July. He is officially “in the club” now, so do not be at all surprised to see him oust Blair within weeks, then, like Clinton, engage in a good four years or so of “triangulation” – essentially chatting up miners whilst making it ever easier for Rupert Murdoch and his banking globalist chums to own the universe.
Funny how things work out. Who’d have thunk, way back in the day, when that ineffectual ginger was making a hash of things, the Labour party would be hijacked by Bankers and used to help bring about the nightmare dear dead Orwell warned us about? And all they had to do was murder John Smith. Poor John Smith.
And the cycle continues. The Tories are dead as of Tursday, NuLabor will retain power, Lib Dems will become the main opposition, and will likely win the next election. The Bankers will have had this sussed for time. Begging the question – who is The Bankers’ Lib Dem plant? Who will die to make way for said plant? Will any of us notice this time?