It's thought that more people have had a good curry in Rusholme than give a fuck about art...
Sunday, 8 March 2015
The Manchester Mafia presents.......
Friday, 16 January 2015
Friday, 2 May 2014
Fat Fuckers...
Jamie Oliver the patron saint of the middle classes as Grayson Perry calls him, was banging on again in the papers about us poor people being fat and it all being down to takeaways.
Anyway in view of this piece of wisdom I thought I would make a takeaway menu for the Michelin star restaurant that he trained in. No war only Class War as they say.
Thursday, 18 October 2012
Sylvia Kristel RIP
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
Today town was all cordoned off around spinningfields while they took THIS dick to court. Police everywhere, coppers with guns helicopters the works. That will only panda to him and all the other little shits who have watched too much telly and listened to too much shit rap. No they should of handcuffed him, made him wear a dress and took him to court in a fucking icecream van.
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Why Sean O'Hagan is a Big Smelly Fart...
I'm probably taking The Guardian's Sean O'Hagan REVIEW of Roger Ballen a little bit personally. So that's why I'm name calling, that and the fact that far from being a serious piece of Art criticism O'Hagan seems to be doing the same. Although at first glance it may look like a review of the show currently on at MANCHESTER ART GALLERY he seems more concerned with Ballen's personality and skill as a public speaker than talking about the work. I normally agree with much of what Mr O'Hagan has to say like HERE for instance. Sunday, 6 February 2011
Great British Minds.
Can there be two greater intellects? Two minds with a greater sense of rhetoric and a more rigorous logic? This is how it must have been in ancient Greece.
Monday, 10 January 2011
Monday, 13 December 2010
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Here We Go Again.
I don't mind the Royal family they're a hoot, and if nothing else they make me grateful that my own family function so well. I know all the pomp and ceremony that the world laps up is about the only thing that GB plc is any good at these days, fuck we even have to share boats with the French. Without the Queen & CO we would be about as well known on the world stage as say Luxemburge. See I can't even be bothered learning how to spell that place. Monday, 16 August 2010
Sunday, 13 June 2010

Monday, 31 May 2010

Tuesday, 25 May 2010
'Brass Neck'
Image copyright Mark PageA ZERO TOLERANCE Sticker on a window at Manchester Town hall. The same Town hall where Sir Richard Leese was reinstated last week as leader of the City Council.....
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Seperated At Birth?

Mrs Weasley and Hazel Blears. Please for Gods sake if you live in Salford and vote HERE. Help get this at best, incompetent and at worst, corrupt fucker out.Thursday, 29 April 2010
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Zoriah I'm Glad I'm Not you........

"I have decided to offer a special small group workshop in Haiti focused on photographing the aftermath of the earthquake. Subjects covered will be working in disaster zones and other difficult and dangerous situations, survival and logistics in difficult environments, photograph people, working with NGO's (Non Governmental Organizations) and aid organizations, editing and digital darkroom technique and marketing and making your stories available for the world to see.
In addition to working together as a small group, each student will receive one full day of one-on-one training in the field with me. This will allow each student to have their personal needs met and get one-on-one instruction in addition to that of the group activities.
This workshop is open to a maximum of four students. Cost is $4000 USD for seven days and students will be required to pay their own expenses." Writes Zoriah HERE. 4/2/10 Zoriah lost his bottle or found his conscience and took down the post. MP
Along the same lines:
Sunday you can put "yer two penneth worth" in on a BAG NEWS NOTES. As to how Haiti has been represented by photographers so far. Photojournalism as an Art (and I'm not sure that it is) has always been a little bit brash, a little bit gungho, a little bit shock & awe. Great for the Sunday papers, the Picture Post even the coffee table book, but it seems to me to be stuck in some strange no-mans land between the instant (relative) objectivity of TV crews and the subjective slower more considered Documentary/Art photography. If it's remit is to inform and show us things a new and after 50 or 60 years it continues to rehash the same cliched images of suffering what's the point? You would be better off staying at home and photographing Jordon's tits, that's beginning to seem more honourable. It seems now certainly with Haiti and perhaps before, that it's becoming more about paid education, like some sick self perpetuating pointless ultimate photo holiday. It has as much relevance for the modern world as the blood thirsty etching's in a Victorian tabloid.
Thank fuck for Simon Norfolk, Broomberg and Chanarin, and the like is all I can say, at least they are using the stills camera to produce something more than disaster/war porn.
Thanks to the eagle eyes of Stan & Pete.




