Hopefully I wish to change shit this year. New flat, new people, hammering some work, need to change my lifestyle.
What on earth could a young man do in the year 2014 in London that doesn’t consist getting high or drunk… not a lot probably, this is South London of course, Built for the working class slaves, and was once a slum. Now it’s only lost it’s title of slum and there’s not much to do, most people are staying in getting boozed up or high on some sort of drug weather that be some crazy chemicals mixed with a tad of cocaine, or it’s the smallest weight of marijuana you can possibly buy.
But… I need to concentrate on my work, the drawings, the design, the politics around me. I need to research. Shit loads. Prepare myself. Set up my mental frame of mind to work for almost most of my life, everyday. Prepare myself for the rat race. Race the race, then change the race. Be in the game, but know about the game. I need to concentrate on money. Not finding eternal happiness inside. No hippy shit. I find that later in life when I’ve made the wonga.
2014. Come at me.
I saw a link to an article by the guardian that was on the topic of Coal. A resource we all know created such cities and countries, such as my home city Bradford. Coal boomed off the industry era, and now there are many other cheaper, greener and easier ways of creating ‘production’ for a country or city. Coal is probably used for many things still but I’m sure solutions could be made and new ways of living without coal could be possible. So we’ve covered coal and it’s value, next is the country of Australia, such a vast country of pure nothing-ness.. Fucking desert or the ‘Never never’, the ‘Outback’ as it’s called to aborigines. The country itself and it’s recent political parties have become quite an attraction for tourism and even one of it’s most famous aspects. The Great Barrier Reef. A whole section of ocean and sea that is covered in beautiful, vibrant coral reef deep in the water that is only a reason why we call it a Natural Wonder. One of it’s kind.
So this is the article…. http://www.theguardian.com/environment/southern-crossroads/2013/dec/15/great-barrier-reef-destruction-abbot-point-greg-hunt
What a fucking mess. The government clearly have an urge for Coal. Why? it’s fucking old, it’s such a modern country, that still needs to spread out over its lands and build. Rather than going over a Natural Wonder /or damaging the fucking life out of it for years, they could just use all that space in the fucking desert. It’s a huge island. I have so many friends that have moved there for the better life etc. Maybe living is cheap and there ain’t no beggars, everyone has a job, blahblahblah… very well and good for the economy, so why on earth the sudden urge to fuck the earth and create more money, more greed. Greedy fat capitalist motherfuckers.
I’m sorry fellow bloggers that I haven’t been keeping up to date with continuous blogs about random articles and annoying topics. I have had a mad few month, I ended up getting back into uni, bumming them and their regulations, I won. The main reason I started this blog was to take my concentration away from such other things that aren’t going to make my career more interesting or useful towards making me some money and the ‘easy life’. So I just missed my train from London Euston and I’m now sat with a pint waiting around to get another coach from Victoria coach station to my home in Bradford. Maybe I should have got my coach to Halifax instead, that’s my new home. So yeh, the last time I posted on this was a while ago. I seem to lose connection with my world down in London and my life up north. Two different roller-coasters. Two mad places. One weak fragile mind and one abused body. My friend who I just came to the station with, (he got his train) Adam, he said to me “Mike, you’ve got yourself two jobs, squatted in two places, got yourself arrested, quit 2 jobs and still homeless, and have you done any uni work?”
Well, fuck me, I didn’t know what to say. I laughed. He’s being honest, I like an honest person. Prefer that than someone who goes down with me to the rock bottom. Honesty like this truely is the best policy, a good friend. Useful words. Basically something my dad would say, FRAME YOURSELF!
I count myself as a ‘commoner’. A proud one at that. I expect to see proud posh folk waltzing around with cigars and jumpers tied around your shoulders. But the mix between the two frustrates me. The ignorant and rude, is there any need? Looking down on people. No point.
This is a common, popular truth that is on every street in London, snobbery and rudeness, yet if you go to the cheaper parts of the city and see the homeless and poor staring at you, you feel like you could get robbed.. or something dramatic. How on earth can the local governments and councils of London do to make this stupid hatred for each other disappear. I doubt this will ever happen, people are people and we all moan and think unfairness is everywhere… that’s the common truth.
What the fudge has been going on? The EDL leader has turned his back on his party, saying there’s to much “extremism” in the party. Hopefully the party now folds or disbands. Plus the Labour Leader MP turned his back on the Trade Unions not long ago, the fucking people who created the Labour party, have been shat on. Collision is going balls up, the Liberal’s saying that they will be in a Collision government with any party willing. These fuckers will do anything for power, then when they have it, nothing is done, they get abused by all forms of communication, everything down to his twitter account, then they quit there job and be hated by 90% of the population in the country they have ‘fought’ all there life for.
I’m just baffled at what is going to happen to these parties, maybe a new form of democracy should be made, there are many tribes around the world that still use inspirational political and humanitarian tactics to run there empire, village, community, whatever. I researched not long ago, about an old Medieval village in Surrey, England. They were called, the Digger movement… They’re lives were simple, to live happy and in peace, everyone is equal, everyone gets equal. This small community boosted during Civil war times, when England was in bad trouble, they wrote a manifesto that was based around their philosophy of life. Very intelligent people lived here, who also farmed and supplied themselves happily. The village is modernly known as Esher. Many modern politicians and business entrepreneur’s have taken on parts of the manifesto and have had massive success with how they’re “running the ship”.
I am currently living at my ex-girlfriend’s house, her new shared home with some other students I know from my university. I have had a successful battle against the university and they’re agreeing to help me, for free, for two years. Boom. Result.
So i’ve stayed at my mates, now i’m at my ex’s, the situation is fine, I just don’t wanna fall in to deep. I’ve been concentrating more and more on my work, my topics and my ideas.
shit is going well… so far
I visited the cartoon museum in Soho, London yesterday. I was starting my research for my dissertation on Editorial Illustrator’s, but mainly aiming at Political designs. Inside the museum I found loads of new artists I can explore and I found my favourite illustrator’s work, an original copy, his actual strokes, unfortunately I couldn’t find an image of this work on the internet but heyho. The image was called ‘The Tea Lady’, it consisted of a two colour code, Red and Black, it was drawn with only looked like Ink. The strokes he takes to define certain areas, the lady herself is a character, she’s very ‘slagish’, sat on top of the machine sipping tea. I saw that this was the 83rd copy he had done, and so this inspired me so much. I was flabber-gasped when I saw the work, I stared at it from far away for about 10 minutes, then I looked closer and closer until I could of licked the glass frame.
Very exciting ideas I saw which I will re-create, to practise my style and learn how to shade better and enhance parts of the illustrations. I will start posting my Illustrations on this wordpress page, just for shits and giggles.
Never thought I’d say this, but i’ve missed blogging, moaning and laughing at words on this shit. Good laugh. Keeps my mind occupied. So lets get cracking….
Missing you is a hard thing to do, much like finding the time to love and care for something you don’t emotionally feel attached to. Like endlessly working for something your never going to achieve or want.
I miss the cooking and the sex, but whats hard for me is missing your hugs and waking up to your beautiful face. all this seem’s so beautiful, but yet i don’t find it hard missing you. my life is normal, again, but i’ve had experiences i wouldnt never of thought about doing, you’ve changed a side of me which i can’t miss, and that’s what i miss.
Some people wanna see the world burn,
some people like Hitler,
Some people wanna see the world as one,
some people like Mandela,
Some people wanna drive fast cars and have lots of money,
Some people unlike me.
Some people eh…