Zinc Void, 19/11/04
As old as old and painfully aware
From day one you let us know that
The cold blue light was shaped by cells
High profile kept in check by infidels
A pose of cynical disdain, so desperate
To show us all that we no longer care.
Here, this bottle carries deeper red
Than anything you might have seen before:
A rock star died and left it in his room
Although, surrounded by success it seemed
That life had nothing left in store but
Disappointment – at least that’s what he said.
They found the note in 1988; gold ink,
Blue paper, four pages to confess
To sins that left us all aghast;
We confidently thought the stories of your past
Were lurid tales to hide the loneliness
Of one who badly wanted to be great.
Journal Entry, 28 Nov 04: Fri night went to Anne’s house, met her two dogs and three cats, all adorable.
Sat morn train to Piccadilly, Luke came and picked me up, went to Guildhall and found place locked up. Went to Town Hall to ask their ushers to redirect any lost bikers to our place.
We set about putting up raffle prize posters and balloons. Dave and Jules turned up minus one raver, waiting for other band and PA system. Rick turned up with a bottle in hand, much to the annoyance of JJ (Guildhall manager).
Rick breezed in and grabbed the DJ’s mike, and announced ‘Welcome to the joint XYZ and ABC Rock Night, although I don’t know what they have done because we organised the whole thing.’
Then as the band were nearing the end of their set he announced: ‘The owners of this place have told us that we need to finish the music at eleven-thirty; well, I think they can just fuck off, and we don’t need to worry about not being invited back, cos we can just find somewhere else!’
Which outburst left me feeling panic stricken – although the staff asked if we would be back next year, which means they must have taken a fortune behind the bar.
10 Jul 05: Last week, four terrorist bombs in London. Last night 20,000 people evacuated from Birmingham. LK went to visit Anastasia in her new Caravan of Lurve. She then discovered that Bobby has been spying on her on Gaydar via a pseudonym.
Before going away I sent e-mail to MSC with ideas about decorating float with chains. Steve S replied saying he thought Julian’s idea was good and more fun. But when I spoke to J- he said he wanted a general chat, not to provide specific ideas.
12 Oct 96: This afternoon Lady K rang to torment me by shaking a box of Aldi Belgian chocolates down the line.
Later on during the conversation he mentioned that he was moving over to Cable and the phone went dead.
He rang back, and I said ‘Oh, they don’t like it when you use that word.’ So of course he goes ‘Well, when I’m connected up to CABLE my CABLE phone bills will be a lot lower thanks to CABLE which is why so many people have gone over to CABLE CABLE CABLE! CABLE already, even.’
I was in hysterics and managed to stop tittering long enough to tell him that the word ‘cable’ was derived from the Persian word for ‘harness’. ‘You know’ I said, ‘those things you put on a horse.’ ‘Or a man’ he replied.
Tues 4 Mar 97: Last night went to Showcase to see ‘Mars Attacks!’
On Sunday night in the changing room heard one of the cricketers say it was the worst film he’s ever seen. Anyway, I thought it was hysterical.
Sent letter to Jules and Kev.
Today I was sat in the lab office when Malcolm burst in, turned to Dave and said excitedly ‘Come and look at this!’ It turned out that one of Sheila’s tins had flown off the stirrer and covered the floor.
Anyway, Dave and I helped her clean up the mess while M- just ignored us and carried on working.
About an hour later M- was frantically stirring his paint when he suddenly stopped and rushed over to the sink to wash red paint off his face.
How apt. I kept quiet about this – instant karma, huh?
Letter from Steve M-; still out of work, still fighting Craps Paints.
Weds 5 Mar 97: Today at work was reading ‘Satanic Verses’ & came across what I think is the passage which caused all the furore. Basically all the brothels have been shut down except the one patronised by the chief of police. The dozen prostitutes there have adopted the names and character traits of Mahomet’s wives (inc one dead) because it turns their clients on.
How anyone can be dumb enough to interpret this as a comment on the behaviour of the Prophet himself I don’t know.
Sat 29 Jun 96: Weds, Thurs and last night have been to the Admiral Duncan in Nott’m.
Yesterday got to work to find everyone asking me if I had been involved in the trouble. Apparently there had been a violent altercation in Macklin St, a bloke being kicked unconscious. Yesterday evening a WPC came round to interview everyone and asked where I had been. I said unconscious in bed. She was concerned that I wasn’t wearing my glasses.