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From the contents of my loft pt 201

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a million quidTwo stills from the header tape of the K Foundation Burn a Million Quid film
Here’s a bonkers one! These two bits of celluloid were obtained after a screening of the infamous film (where the K Foundation, Bill Drummond and Jimmy Cauty burned a million pounds) organised by Club Disobey on 8th December 1995. Originally to be screened at a car park in Brick Lane, the venue was switched on the day to a very small basement in the Seven Stars pub nearby. It was murder getting downstairs as the place was well packed (400+ at least!) Club Disobey also mentioned on the flyer that the band would be selling stills of the film for a pound each after the screening.

The actual screening was abandoned half-way through but I do remember mithering their roadie Gimpo for a still after a few people tried to grab the film off the moving spool! In the end Gimpo cut a few stills up to give out using a combination of his teeth and an old key he had in his pocket. Madness! I managed to get one but in all honesty it could be from any film! A bonkers night!

ftp://ftp.xmission.com/pub/users/l/lazlo/music/klf/klf-faq-199703.txt
“The film was due to be cut up and sold off for one pound per frame after the
Brick Lane showing, but this never happened. At the end of the show, when
everyone tried to grab frames, Gimpo protested “no, it’s not this film
that’s being cut up, it’s the other [two-spool] copy”, going on to point
out that he didn’t even want to do it, it was all Club Disobey’s idea.
The only frames members obtained were blank ones from the film header.”

It shouldn’t happen to a gardener pt. 1

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At the weekend en-route from the kitchen to the garden I was reminded by something on the radio about a bonkers thing that happened to me a couple of years ago.

joe-hayes_on the grass

About 9 am on a Saturday morning after dropping my son off at his music class in Peckham on my way to the supermarket, I walked past a well-dressed elderly chap (late 70’s) in a suit who looked a bit confused and a bit down on his luck. I stopped and asked the bloke was he okay. He told me he had just hitchhiked from Dartford after being chucked out of his flat and had been on the go since 6 am. He said he was on his way to a hostel and did I know where he could get the bus to Victoria. I did and walked him to the main road. This is where it gets mad…

He told me his name was Joe Hayes and was a famous footballer who played for Manchester City back in the day but had fallen on hard times after his wife died. I know nothing about football so it was lost on me but he said he played for city in the FA Cup in the 50’s and also played against the great Stanley Matthews. Most of his other contemporaries had since died and said his secret to him looking so young was he kept off the demon drink. He told me a lot of people back in Manchester thought he was dead and he was waiting on his monthly pension from Manchester City but they could only send it to a fixed address hence him looking for a hostel in Victoria. I felt sorry for the old boy and gave him his bus fare (£1.50) as I didn’t want to see him walking the few miles to Victoria. I stuck him on the bus and carried onto the supermarket.

When I got home I looked him up on the internet telling my wife about meeting a supposedly legendary football player saying wouldn’t it be funny if he really was Joe Hayes, he had died and I gave his ghost one pound fifty! Turns out he was an imposter and an early morning one at that! Here’s what I found out about him on the Manchester City fan site (there’s a few posts on him as he’s well known):

“Someone was passing himself off as Joe Hayes in London a few years ago. He conned quite a few people out of a few hundred pounds and was never caught. The police were informed but the story was kept out of the papers because of the distress it might cause his family.
The guy is a good con man – he knows far too much about Joe and sounded so believable that I ended up talking with some old players. One of them confirmed that he had visited Joe in hospital shortly before he died and had also been to his funeral.
There’s no doubt that Joe has died and that this man is a very convincing con artist”

Brilliant, so if you ever need a couple of quid, catch me on a Saturday morning, spin us a yarn about being a dead musician/sportsman and I’ll part with some cash!

Lillies from the Presili’s?

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I’ve been back from the holiday in Wales a week now. Back from a world of honesty boxes, local shops that weren’t Tesco Metros and where the public loo’s there had a vase of fresh flowers (changed daily) in them! Can you see that happening in London?

flowers in loosI’m more of a city veg growing bloke as you know but can anyone give us an ID on these mini bloomers spotted while coming back from the local shop one afternoon (no, it weren’t Sainso’s!) growing in a Welsh hedgerow. Any ideas?nice bloomers my friend

A love of open space(s)

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Thanks to Jake last night for playing us “A love from outer space” from A.R. Kane  which a certain Mr Weatherall cites as an influence. A great tune and I didn’t realise it was from that long ago! And another recommendation was this one from Kaito. As Rodigan would say “Big tune!” Big up to Anna and Jake!

This one’s for Ron!

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Big shout to Sonya from the Last Gang In Town for letting us know about Ron Finley the Guerilla Gardener from L.A.

Fed up with the lack of fresh edibles in his neighbourhood in South LA (he had to travel some way away just to get some organic tomatoes) he planted some veg in the empty bed outside his house. Rather than being chuffed that someone cared for where they lived, the local authorities done him for “gardening without a permit” (how bonkers is that?). This spurred him onto starting food growing projects and getting people in the local community into the old veg growing bug. Read more about his gardening exploits and all the good he’s doing. In his own words  “We gotta flip the script on what a gangsta is — if you ain’t a gardener, you ain’t gangsta.” Big up Ron!

**UPDATE** We’ve just heard from Ron and he told us his favourite method of getting rid of those damn slugs and snails is the old school Beer trap!

I was Danny Rampling’s gardener (in my mind)

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Steroid abuse fanzineI’m up at the crack of dawn this morning as I’ve got to re-paint the kitchen windowsill as someone earlier this year put pots and trays of seedlings on there and the excess moisture has made the sill look well rubbish now.

As you know I’m a great one at putting off jobs (I mean, it took me nearly two years to finish off painting the back of the house) so I had a cup of tea, some toast and had a flick through the Sunday papers to warm myself up.

I spotted this great piece about Danny Rampling in The Observer Magazine which really cheered me up. I really thought he went into retirement and was going to be open a “restaurant for clubbers” as didn’t he do a few closing gigs at Turnmills years ago? The best bit was where he mentions how he and his wife met, “at an after-party in a shed in someone’s back garden in Hackney.” Was that the VIP lounge of the garden shed or just the normal area where the rakes and the brooms made out of twigs are hung up? Brilliant! Big up London’s clubland!

A tune and a half for a “leaf” day (after 8pm)

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Kölsch – Der Alte – Kompakt Extra

A tune and a half from 2011 heard this week on the corker that is “A Love from Outer Space – Andrew Weatherall & Sean Johnson at Discoteca Poca Closing Part 2”. Pitched down a little this tune is something else! Big up the Soundcloud page for the mix for the tune id!