July 2005
Thursday, July 7th, 2005

Dear Anthony Blair

You can blow up as many buses as you like/ allow as many buses as you like to be blown up/ fuck upon people to the extent that they become inclined to attack your so-called citisens and blow up their busses – but we won’t be having your ID card, and we won’t not notice when you claim to be dropping “debt” (yes, Africa really owes us all so much) and are in fact, doing no such thing.

Love to all my peoples.

“Hitler had secured the chancellorship after the elections of November 1932, but his Nazi Party had not won an overall majority. It didn’t matter, the power denied him by elections he gained subsequently by an act of terrorism. The burning of the Reichstag (parliament) building in Berlin, on the night of Feb. 27, 1933 was a key event in the establishment of the Nazi dictatorship and is widely believed to have been contrived by the newly formed Nazi government itself to turn public opinion against its opponents and to help it assume emergency powers.

The fire was blamed on communist terrorists and that very night, a state of emergency was declared. The Nazis rounded up 4,000 political activists and intellectuals, many but not all were Communists. The next morning, Hitler presented President von Hindenburg with an emergency order, ready for his signature, that voided important basic civil rights, expanded substantially the list of crimes that carried the death penalty, and vastly boosted the central government’s powers to pressure the individual states, all in the name of fighting terrorism.

The police were now empowered to imprison suspects and extend remand indefinitely at their discretion. They could keep relatives utterly uninformed about the reason for the arrest and the fate of the imprisoned person. They could prevent lawyers or other people from visiting detainees and reviewing their files. No court was entitled to intervene. The emergency order, “for the protection of the people and the State,” was augmented that very day by an order “against treason and treachery.” The two orders became the basis of jurisprudence and the foundation stones of the Nazi dictatorship.

Within a month of the Reichstag fire, Germany’s first concentration camp Dachau was opened (22 Mar 1933). It was initially an internment camp to hold “terrorist suspects” which under the new laws could be held indefinitely without charge. With time as more and more people were sent there it became a death camp along with Auschwitz and the others.

One person who was eventually sent to Dachau in 1938 was Martin Niemoeller, a Pastor of the German Evangelical (Lutheran) Church. He wrote :

“In Germany, the Nazis first came for the communists, and I did not speak up, because I was not a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak up, because I was not a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak up, because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I did not speak up, because I was not a Catholic. Then they came for me… and by that time, there was no one to speak up for anyone.”

— Thursday, July 7th, 2005

Thursday, July 7th, 2005

Somebody is fucking with me.

Must be. See that there? That is me. See that right whisker (left from where you’re looking)? See how it is tiny in length? See that on my left (your right)? See how mighty, how full? See that chin spike, but two months old, verily mocking the right (your left) whisker? Once so long, so proud?

I don’t know where it went, is the thing. Now, I have been a little slovenly – I haven’t shaved in fortnight or whatever, and I haven’t been waxing or conditioning it daily or anything like that. But last week I went out and waxed it and everything, and, while it was always a little lesser than it’s trans-face cousin, it only ever lagged a little behind. And last week it was mighty! I looked like a particularly handsome catfish! I was all like, wow, I have been growing this thing over a year and look at it. I actually achieved a thing I set out to. I was patient, and I was rewarded.

And now I find that it is all but gone. Waxless, it sort of tufts out above the right hand corner of a quivering, downturned mouth, like some tufty sneer. I noticed last night it seeming… lesser, somehow, but paid not enough heed, engrossed as I was with the pursuit of liquor and general, frivolity. Whatever. I tried to read The Independent on the nightbus, but was interrupted.

But what, did someone sneak in my room in the middle of the night morning and cut it off? I read that Skygoddamned Samson tale. I was always rather attracted to that one (or rather more likely, Delilah, fulsome of breast as she was in my Ladybird hardback edition). The precarious nature of power, and all that. Well piss and balls saboteur! I am under no delusions! What vague talents I posses may coincidentally have all sort of come together in a slightly useful form in the year I have been nurturing this facial adornment, mayhap that be so! But these things are not connected! I did an excellent bootleg today with half a moustache, and so did I write an excellent two thirds of a song, and demo an excellent one third of another! You can shave my head, fascist, but I shall not stop! You are going to have to fucking SHOOT MY FACE INTO LITTLE WET BITS first!

Ah ah ha ha ha. See how I laugh in the face of extreme personal tragedy.

Ah ha ha ha ha.

Ah ha ha ha sob sob.

Ah ha sob sob sob sob.

Ah sob sob sob wail boo hoo gnash wail.

Etc.

— Thursday, July 7th, 2005

Wednesday, July 6th, 2005

Once again there is no hot water in my so-called house. I went out last night, but at least I didn’t smoke a bunch of cigarettes, so I am not too unfresh.

I dropped by Rotters Golf Club yesterday to drop Keef Tenniswood some song parts, and him and that Andy Weatheral were making a psychobilly electronic BASS tune and it was sweet. Dunno where Keef’s dog had got to, I meant to ask.

Luke took us to see Liars after that, who were very god good, but too quiet, and were followed by Queens Of Noise, who in turn played their records at ear slitting volume, with far too much treble, so we all had to flee the venue like plague rats in the sun, and Luke and Holly leaped aboard a bus and left me and R Money and co to investigate Rakehells’, which I like, because everybody is nice and gives me drinks, and Cibelle plays lovely musics from the fourties and I dance a bit. I left my headphones there though, I am really bad at that.

Vague arf.

Ace record shop busted. I bought some of those things! I am glad I did! They bought me pleasure!

Hip-hop continues to eat the world.


HBO are taking Sly’s Biggie biopic.

Riko.

We got the Games. Am I being too cynical about this? Is it wrong that it angers me that only fucking competitive sports will get the government to put any money into Hackney? Is this going to be another Dome situation? Can’t we just buy our kids some fucking school books that aren’t out of date?

Still, you know, the example, of sport, is good, right? I am fucking unfit you know. I feel like shit just sitting here.

— Wednesday, July 6th, 2005

Tuesday, July 5th, 2005

So, I have been making songs, and feeling poorly, and watching films, and that has been pretty good. I am going to have to start writing about cheerier things though, all this AIDS and Bankery might be getting to me a bit.

Still, better to be skinned and writhing in a tin bath full of vinegar than asleep in a pile of asbestos. Or something.

So here’s today’s scary – Bush thinks he owns the internet. Or thereabouts. And my readers tell me they’ve banned my website in a school in Texas. And here’s a pretty awesome article one of my peoples sent me regarding what might happen if we start running out of these so-called “fossil fuels” (although I am convinced we have enough fossil fuels left on this big old rock to toast the world to a charky finger seven times over. But that is beside the point.) It had never dawned on me previously how fucked Las Vegas will be when we run out of easy juice.

I only just found out, but RIP Danny Taylor, tightest drummer of the sixties.

— Tuesday, July 5th, 2005

Monday, July 4th, 2005

I forgot to tell you the other night I met a guy who offered me his socks, out of kindness. On a train. He was drunk, and his fiance was resigned, in that was they are.

He sang Robbie Williams and Queen songs, and kept hugging me, and said he deejayed trance and progressive house.

Apparently nobody shot the junky or the queer the other night. I was surprised, and disappointed. One lives in hope. Saying that, we have enough fraudulent martyrs, we needn’t another, especially one so doughy and grey and lacking in material.

It would be nice to think Luther and Richard are somewhere, discussing the ladies, or something.

It would also be nice to think that privatising a country’s water would emancipate its people, but gerbils don’t sprout wings and divebomb Welsh castles in the spring, and neither does Paul Wolfowitz. He just gargles with baby offal.

PAX.

— Monday, July 4th, 2005

Friday, July 1st, 2005

I read an interview with a band called The Killers the other day.

I haven’t done that before. They always alooked arther boring to me, and I have plenty of perfectly fine Shed 7 records as it is. I have no interest in The Killers.

But, it was 5 in the morning, I was making myself a chicken sandwitch, and there was a copy of Q magazine on the side, so while my bread was toasting, so I did read… and was filled with so great an anger I felt ashamed of my self, for even Bob Geldoff’s arrogance and imperialism failed to ignite such a righteous hate in my heart. Who is this prick? What is this mormon doing on the front of a supposedly serious rock magazine? He looks like an accountant! Have you read his interviews? Now, I know full well you can say stuff and it can get twisted, but still. If a single percent of what came across was his, he is a prick of Herculean proportions! He needs stringing up! I am shocked! What a tool! What a folly!

I am going to have to stop showing an interest in so-called pop culture again, it does nothing but wind me up.

So. More reasons to throw bricks at Bob Geldoff. More reasons to use the internet while you still can. And more reasons (well, reason) to to be cheerful.

— Friday, July 1st, 2005