Tuesday 24 April 2012

The Portable Fist Pump

In my fluoro shirted locality. There are at this moment, seven apartment buildings scratching into the sky. The array of equipment brought in, by the builders to pull these erections skywards. Looks like a small war effort surrounded by traffic cones.

With the influx of workers comes the ever-present HSE requirements, Flags , Go and Slow signs, Whistles and the portaloo. The ability to port a toilet into any area is a relative new thing. But they arrive stacked on trucks, craned into position for use. Virtually self-cleaning they are able to store the expressed liquids in their self-contained polycarbonate shell.

Toilets, potable and public, have a history back to the mid 18thCentury the first modern, with a flush (in a Victorian sense) public lavatory, was opened in London during 1852, Constructed for the ‘The City of London Corporation’ by contractors George Jennings of Brighton. They were usually underground. Jennings calling them ‘Halting Stations.' charging 1d, a go. 

Initial Public use of these ‘Halting Stations' was difficult. As it was a topic which nobody mentioned. But by 1895 Jennings had his underground public conveniences in many British and Empire towns. With the modernisation of the late Victorian and Edwardian periods saw the construction of free public conveniences above ground plus a reform campaign also campaigned  for facilities for women, as the early Toilets were primarily for men. 

Now in the 21st Century a Public convenience is available in shopping centres, public buildings, pubs and clubs, and motorway services areas. In Australia we have National Public Toilet Map this shows the location of more than 14,000 public and private toilet facilities across Australia for Public use
. These small public spaces are in fact used for all manner of shenagins .We all know this as condoms, are usually sold in toilets. Couples, and in fact as many as will fit in, have been engaged in the primary sexual activity of mankind in a small spaces, since we walked upright.

In Canada recently a couple was arrested for public lewdness in a pay toilet, but successfully argued that as it was a pay toilet , the couple  were basically in a form of hotel accommodation. Gay code for a public toilets in the UK during 1960s was a cottage, to go cottaging was to have anonymous sex in a cubical, It could involve all manor of signals and/or glory or Judas holes drilled in walls to view or perform acts .
In the present we have people using a phone to film themselves or others polishing the purple bishop in a cubical, Posting this on Websites to advertising services for those who want to get jiggy in small space. As we now don’t live in the era ‘self-polluted sin and all its frightful consequences’ (Dr. Balthazar Bekker) what I propose is the pay mobile ejaculation space.

A 2003 study in Australia found that men who ejaculated most (more than five times a week) in their 20s, 30s and 40s had about a third less instances prostate cancer. Research undertaken in Japan shows that men take 35 seconds to use a urinal, while women take a minimum of 60 seconds to use a loo. But the average time for intercourse is between 7 and 10 minutes. So there is a health benefit and a revenue earning potential in all this latent sexual energy.

In that suburb of mine, before work and at lunchtime. It’s a busy time for the ladies who operate outside as chippies, sparkies and plumbers seek some crotch attention before another shift starts.

Over 40 years after France's May 1968 revolution spawned the slogan "pleasure without obstruction,", Local authorities should now be looking into ways of making small public spaces more available.

In these times of austerity and cut backs, They could install automatic self-cleaning web friendly pay spaces, We could then all hire The Portable Fist Pump. In a small movable room that can store bodily fluids, We could communicate, defecate  and fornicate all at the same time. when nature called.

The WTO declared, 19 November, as World Toilet Day.

Tuesday 3 April 2012

The Spark

Why would I not, you'll see what I mean

I want to paint like James Hunt
I want to paint like Malcom Mclaren
I want to paint like Jarvis Cocker
I want to paint like Bill Drummond
I want to paint like Ornet Coleman
I want to paint like Michael Curtiz
I want to paint like Douglas Adams
I want to paint like Brian Eno
I want to paint like R Bukminster Fuller
I want to paint like Robert Opron
I want to paint like Russ Meyer
I want to paint like Pancho Guedes
I want to paint like Eva Tanguay
I want to paint like Alan Watts
I want to paint like Pedro Rodríguez
I want to paint like Guy Debord
I want to paint like Geoffrey Pyke
I want to paint like Roald Dahl
I want to paint like Helen Mirren
I want to paint like Tazio Nouvalari
I want to paint like Steve McQueen
I want to paint like Douglas Bader
I want to paint like J.G Ballard
I want to paint like John Barry
I want to paint like David Attenbourgh
I want to paint like Fenella Fielding
I want to paint like Scott Walker
I want to paint like Christopher Hitchens
I want to paint like Henry Moore
I want to paint like Eric Morecombe
I want to paint like Mark Leckey
I want to paint like Ken Nordine
I want to paint like Isamu Noguchi
I want to paint like Rosa Luxemburg
I want to paint like Alighero Boetti
I want to paint like Carson McCullers
I want to paint like Debbie Harry
I want to paint like David Byrne
I want to paint like Basil Kirchin
I want to paint like Kenneth Williams
I want to paint like Vivienne Westwood
I want to paint like Ed ‘Big Daddy’ Roth
I want to paint like Gil Scott Heron
I want to paint like Brion Gysin

The Aesthetic Anaesthetist

I listened on Friday to somebody called “Drake’ stating that a comprehensive plan to arrest all corrupt global bankers and political elite existed, and was being put into action (2012-03-29). Although he wasn't quite sure if it's implementer was the American military, NATO or Disney. Frankly what I got from the interview, really, was his belief that the use of toilet paper made us civilized.

Now centrally located between a million rubbish TV channels and the insidious trap of being permanently on-line. I have put myself through the boredom of listening to this for three hours.


You have to be a certain age to remember actually waiting patiently for the next TV programme to start. Between the school's programmes and just before the News but after a test card, being bored because the telly was rubbish was part of my day, if you don't remember the pre-channel hopping world; you can't help but feeling a little nostalgic for. Although I am getting concerned that boredom now ,is a sleeping bag with no zip. 

We all seem to be staring at a cultural dog’s breakfast. Everybody’s ideas are already concerned with nostalgia to the exclusion of everything else. The wistfull toothpaste tube is squeezed out every day to find a solution for the future, extending that nostalgia even to last week.

As human beings we have a maximum aural range that begins at 12Hz to 20,000Hz, the human eye has limits to its vision, the human tongue has approx, 10.000 taste buds and our olfactory range is limited. 

Even our brain is limited in size, allowing us to experience only these parameters:
  • ·         11 Foods Groups, 5 Basic Tastes.
  • ·         7 Colours in the Spectrum,14 basic Pantone Colours.
  • ·         7 Basic musical notes.
  • ·         750,000 Probable English words.
  • ·         7 Basic Human story plots.
Or if you like 
  • ·         80000 Chinese characters.
All of this is limiting, so we are close to looking into an abyss , but in this case the abyss is the sum of every human experience sent to you via Google. We are drowning in this data feed during our strange love affair with the difference engine.
With a cure close to Altzheimers maybe a drug can be created to treat these cognitive symptoms, memory problems could disappear with the application of this drug so that last week’s cultural life can be taken again. As at this moment, all I see is stuff I have seen before. All what I hear I have heard before.

I usually try to walk a line between a toddler and a conceptual artist but we have got to a point where the regurgitation of cultural output is all that is available.

I except that I am the sum of somebody else’s ideas, but sometimes I see my artistic job, is to mix and mash, where mixing hasn’t occurred before. But even that becoming a strain.

With 21st Century Technology. Sensors are now able to record all of my bodies movements, cameras can record all what I see and recording equipment can listen to my day , People of the future will have J.G Ballards prediction waiting for them .

Fear of the Future J.G Ballard
I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: Boring. And that's my one fear:. That everything has happened; nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again... the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.

You have to question the Gorgons stare, when staring at a portal has the option of experiencing somebody else life, Its anaesthetising the us all.We could all become Buddhist.  

But let’s arrest 10,000 people across the globe in one go, that’s never been done before.Culturally it'll be great