More Samson Pollen

Found some more Samson Pollen art on Bluesky:

I am told this is a piece for Stag magazine in 1974 from a story called “We’re Trapped in an H-Bomb Fall Out Zone”, because of COURSE it is. Nice young people in a boat that’s run aground, but that’s the least of their problems, as you can see in the background. Maybe not as complex and detailed as the previous Pollens I’ve posted, but the bomb going off in the distance is kind of all you need, really…

Now here’s something a bit different, The Man Who Hated Streetwalkers“, also for Stag magazine but from 1958, so a bit earlier in his career. The colour tone of the other Pollens I’ve posted so far has been kind of limited, which I presume was down to the limitations of colour printing technology at the time, and mostly reddish; here we’ve got Pollen essentially in b/w  but with blue accents throughout (and it’s not an action shot either, more a late Victorian gaslight night). It’s a lot colder picture, cos the people in it aren’t exactly in living colour (whereas in the other picture our human figures are recognisably flesh-coloured). Plus knowing the title makes the difference to how we look at it; it doesn’t matter with the first picture cos, you know, the BOMB is clearly evident in the background so you know those folks are fucked, but in this case it make a difference knowing this guy’s looking for something a bit… extra, and that scarf (Chekhov’s scarf?) will be involved somehow. I wonder about the beggar on the other side of the street… did they figure as a witness in the story or something? Whatever the case, I am again sure that both of these illustrations are far better than the texts they accompanied…

Grey Room #12

1. Elvis Presley – Clean Up Your Own Back Yard (1969)
2. Scritti Politti – Jacques Derrida (1982)
3. Sonic Youth – Mary Christ (1990)
4. Keith Jarrett – Treasure Island (1974)
5. Helios Creed – Blood Red (1985)
6. Spectres – Years of Lead (2020)
7. Depeche Mode – Home (1997)
8. PTP – Rubber Glove Seduction (1989)
9. The Modern Lovers – Someone I Care About (1972)
10. Yello – Swing (1983)
11. King Crimson – Cat Food (single version, 1970)
12. 1919 – Cry Wolf (1983)
13. Brass Buttons – Hell Will Take Care of Her (1968)
14. Scars – All About You (1981)

Those were some clean rats

This is one I’ve been meaning to post for ages but somehow haven’t got around to:

This is the American poster for the Australian film The Rats of Tobruk, which got a US release there some time in the 1950s, and evidently had to be retitled for Americans who might’ve mistaken it for a nature documentary… anyway, someone posted this on Bluesky, and they also posted this close-up of part of it:

That is… not the sort of thing that normally appears on film posters, is it? Especially not of THAT vintage. The big “UNCENSORED!” just makes it funnier somehow…

Now, I’ve never seen Rats of Tobruk, so I don’t actually know what’s going on with this scene; that’s a still from the film itself that I grabbed from IMDB, in which our bathing beauty is clearly not being menaced by another soldier so the poster lied to us there. Perhaps it actually is an important part of the film, rather than the poster artist just having a laugh. Maybe it’s a grand moment demonstrating that, although these men may have lived like rats, they practised hygiene like humans and insisted upon fighting Rommel with clean arseholes. Or maybe not.

Well obviously, I’m not deaf

Why yes, Buddhist monk I found on Pinterest, I DO hear the birds. And I’m sick of hearing the fucking birds (especially the Eastern Fucking Koel). I usually hear them around six in the morning when I still haven’t fallen asleep and they remind me of how long I’ve been trying and failing to sleep, whereupon I usually continue to not sleep for a while long. The birds’ sounds may or may not be pleasing to listen to otherwise (I must confess to finding something oddly reassuring about the local kookaburras when they go off, even in those wee small hours), but they don’t materially change my life as it currently stands.

And life has not really been a barrel of laughs in recent months. I went out to a club on the night of the 8th, which was pretty much the first time I’d been out of the house for two months. And I do mean “out of the house”, apart from one day where there was a power outage cos Ausgrid needed to do work on the powerlines, so, for want of anything else to do I went for a walk around the block to kill a short amount of time before it came back on; otherwise, I hadn’t gone anywhere since early June which was the last time I’d needed to go and get the pills that I keep taking to stay alive for some reason, barely even out the front door. I am increasingly the hermit I always feared becoming…

…and I have kind of become this meme. I don’t even want to do the things I want to do, and I don’t want to do many things either. There were two other clubs in the meantime that I’d paid for tickets but on the nights I piked on both of them. I just… no. And on the night of Sanctuary I had to really force myself not to do that a third time. I’m still faintly impressed that I actually succeeded.

Was it worth it, though? I don’t know. I went, was pleased to see some people, disappointed not to see others, and had what I can only describe as an episode of derealisation or something. I don’t know if that’s the right word, but it’s the nearest I can find. I was sitting on the bench at the back of the Lansdowne stage where the DJs were set up (cos I’m an Old Man who needs to sit down a lot and that’s an easy place to do it), just looking out at the crowd, and I had this feeling that… I wasn’t there. Something like that, I don’t know how better to describe it. I do get a sense of depersonalisation a lot of the time, but as I understand it that’s a different thing and I don’t think that’s what it was. I really don’t know how to put it in words. Nice music, but not a great night out.

Anyway—I wound up breaking a personal record yesterday, cos on Tuesday I needed to go out again, off to see the doctor in the morning to get new prescriptions for those pills, and then proceeded to stay awake. Usually when I have to be up by a certain time, my useless brain fixates on that fact and makes it hard for me to fall asleep cos I HAVE TO BE UP, etc… but this was different this time, cos I didn’t sleep AT ALL. Usually I get a couple of hours I can function on, but this time… nothing. I woke up around 4 p.m. on Monday, went to bed about 12 hours later, up again around half past nine a.m., off to doctor, home with pills before midday, finally went to bed again around 1 a.m. having not slept at any point in between. All told I think I was awake for something like 33 hours, my previous record having been 29… in that case I’d just come back from a trip to Scotland and was trying to fend off jetlag, so I had a good reason for staying awake stupidly long. This is not a record I wish to break again.

My sleeping habits haven’t been helped exactly by the amount of construction and destruction noise we’ve been subjected to lately; the house on my right and the house out back of mine have both been demolished for rebuilding, and they have not gone quietly or gently (the vibrations have been worse than the noise). The rebuilding of either house has not yet begun, but I’m kind of dreading when it does. That’s not entirely helping me either. This, incidentally, is all on top of the other house that’s being rebuilt further down this street, to say nothing of the others that have been built around the area in recent times. Not going out much has made me realise just how much the face of this end of Matraville has changed… and also how little I remember what it used to look like. That bothers me a fair bit.

And the birds are doing fuck all to help.

Then again, nothing else does either.

Is that the worst you can do?

What if you’re into anal, though? That’s probably not that much of a threat in that case (depending on what they’re planning to fuck you with, I suppose). And what if you rent more than two movies? What are you going to do THEN, Family Video? What will Wash King Laundromat do if I don’t wash enough (or too many) clothes for their liking? They’re not overtly threatening anything, but who can tell what surprises they might spring…

Grey Room #11

Episode 11! Come join the other victims of rock…

1. All Saints – Pure Shores (2000)
2. Metric – Help I’m Alive (2009)
3. Brian Eno – I Fall Up (1991)
4. The Moffs – Another Day in the Sun (1985)
5. Agent Side Grinder – Stripdown (2019)
6. T. Rex – Mambo Sun (1971)
7. Johnny Jones & The King Casuals – Soul Poppin’ (1967)
8. Sounds Like Winter – The Wedding Feast (2021)
9. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – 666 Conducer (2007)
10. Julian Cope – Necropolis (1992)
11. Echo & The Bunnymen – Seven Seas (1984)
12. Neil Young & Crazy Horse – Sedan Delivery (1979)
13. Omni Trio – The Half Cut (1995)
14. Vigrass & Osborne – Forever Autumn (1972)

Binface takes the moral victory, at least

The funniest election in recent British politics (other than the Makerfield one, where Andy Burnham not only won that local battle but became PM a few days later when Keir Starmer finally resigned) has, alas, ended in the way we should’ve known it would, namely, Nigel Farage winning the Clacton-on-Sea by-election. To be perfectly honest, I remain unsure exactly what this was even supposed to achieve, and I’ll just quote the Guardian’s analyst to sum it up:

Farage forced the byelection at the start of last July in an attempt take control of a narrative tide that had turned against him. After the Guardian revealed he had received a £5m personal gift from Christopher Harborne, a Thailand-based crypto billionaire, in April 2024 he had been dogged by questions about his financial backing. Other revelations followed and questions mounted.
The parliamentary standards watchdog announced it was opening a formal investigation into gifts received by Farage, and the long, regular press conferences headed by the Reform UK leader abruptly stopped. When he did a very limited number of interviews, the normally performatively affable politician was testy and defensive.
He resigned as the MP for the Clacton constituency at the start of July, saying the “people of Clacton should be the judges of my actions”, and billing the fight as “a people versus the establishment byelection”. The establishment, however, chose not to play. All of the major parties declined to field candidates and take part in what they called a “media circus” and “vanity project”.

This was the bit I never understood. I mean, I also don’t understand how Farage is somehow not part of the establishment after over 30 years of political activity, but what else was going to happen if the other big parties refused to do anything to stop him? What was the point?

Enter Count Binface at this point…

…the hero we all needed, cos he took an already stupid situation and raised the absurdity level to something quite magnificent. Having just stood against Andy Burnham at Makerfield a few months ago, the good count now stood up again to make this battle even more ridiculous. The Scottish writer James Oswald, who I follow on Bluesky, arghed a bit at the development:

And I understand where he’s coming from (I was quite interested to discover we actually have laws against this sort of thing here in Australia), but at the same I think the bigger problem is the serious candidates, or at any rate the ones being taken seriously enough by voters to get into government. Farage is, in his way, at least as unserious as Binface. You know, man who hates Europe but who stood repeatedly for the European parliament, of which he wound up being a member for 20 years. That sort of thing isn’t based in a serious desire to serve people, just to serve himself (he gets a big pension for having been an MEP from next year; just watch him not turn down European money). Binface is at least transparent with his own ridiculousness.

So by the time voting day came around, there were actually nearly three dozen candidates on the ballot—apparently the largest ever number of candidates for an election like this—including at least three Monster Raving Loonies (hello Nick the Incredible Flying Brick), and, as already noted, it ended with Farage winning; much as we relished the idea of Binface actually pulling it off, I didn’t seriously think he would do so. But, to quote that Guardian analyst again:

And while the people of Clacton did back Farage again, this was no overwhelming victory. The Reform UK leader won 22,239 votes, 63.34% of the vote on a 44.37% turnout. Convincing, yes, but significantly short of the 72% won by David Davis in 2008 when he resigned his seat and stood again as a protest over the issue of civil liberties.
With no other mainstream options, the parody candidate Count Binface, Farage’s nearest competitor, attracted 9,455 votes, 26.93% of the total. In his “victory speech” posted on X, he noted that this was a 10,000% increase on the 95 votes he managed against Andy Burnham in the Makerfield byelection. “A new dawn has broken, has it not?” he wrote, echoing Tony Blair’s 1997 victory speech. “Literally, because it’s past 6.30 in the morning here in Clacton-on-Sea.” […]
Labour said the result was “no victory” for Farage, with the party’s chair, Bridget Phillipson, saying “the mountain of sleaze and scandal he and Reform are now engulfed in has grown and grown while he’s been trying to distract the public by fighting a byelection against a bin”. The Liberal Democrats said Farage had come away from the byelection “looking daft”. Farage himself was atypically restrained, writing on X: “The result in Clacton speaks for itself.”

Unfortunately for him, it really does. That turnout was abysmal (Australia’s compulsory voting system means we don’t get such minority numbers fucking things up for everyone else), and Binface still got a substantial amount of votes (his best result ever):

Put in those terms, yeah, Nigel has piss all mandate after all this nonsense; this is a sign of how much of his electorate is tired of his shit. But the funniest outcome is that the parliamentary standards investigation has now resumed, almost immediately upon the end of the spectacle, and some are saying Farage wasn’t expecting that. I don’t know what they base that on, but apparently if the investigation does find against Farage, he could be suspended from parliament… and thus trigger ANOTHER by-election. And if that happens, I feel the electorate will be even more done with. Maybe the major parties will even be part of the show then…