The Fall - Why Are People Grudgeful?

Merry Christmas

yo diggity

Look, we aren't all boprn wiyht dabt sewlfish gene that doesnt want to saY OWT

Dubstar - St Swithin's Day

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Leeds United - Marching On Together

At Skreeworld we follow Rugby League, the greatest game of all, also boxing. However we are Leeds United fans all the way. Last weekends victory over league leaders QPR was a big day for s. I just hope we consolidate but, I'm sure I am not alone in believing in te dream. C'mon Leeds! We may be back in the top flight before you know it. We will be stronger for our years away and no one dare think Leeds will not return.

Mitchell and Webb - Junkies' Christmas

MITCHELL & WEBB - Christmas with a Junkie

The Blood Quran

Of all the unliberated treasures in Bhaghdad, the one I would like for Xmas is Saddams blood Qurran. He syphoned off 27 litres of his own blood from which 14 chapters were written. Makes Marc Quinn look a bit shit. It is stored in Bhaghdad where 3 keys are needed to get it, all by conference assension. Apparently it is a bit of a no no with most Muslims but if you are still looking for a late present, there you go.

Me and my best friend go to Church

Christmas food

Eat

Tex

Anderlecht snowball fight

Club Brugge fans forced Anderlecht players from the field with a snowball barrage. Play was suspended after corners couldnt be taken. Temperatures soared when Legear, who celebrated the 21 nil victory by lobbing snowballs at his own fans, had to be aided by 2 team mates after he was restrained and then shoved by a Brugge steward.

Bernard Hopkins

Old Bernhard Hopkins at 45 came in to the ring in Canada, a veteran aiming to be the oldest holder of a world title. He was knocked down in the first, then again in the 3rd, yet after that domminated. He had the 28 year old Jean Hopkins on the run. The judges gave 2 draw cards and a Hopkins win, enough for the tital holder to retain. What a shitter. Bertnhard who you all must recall as themiddle weight hero who took thew IBF title in 1988 then after two losses to Jermain Taylor in 2005 retired. Come on Bernhard, for all us oldies.

Saint Etienne - Like A Motorway (Skin Up, You're Already Dead) (Autechre...

Skin City

Captain Beefheart is dead

There are few stories i would less like to bring you. On friday the reclussive genius passed on to other things.
Trout Mask Replica his audio masterpiece is beyond comparrisson and remains a life changer. The outsider artist was 69 and thinking of him in rock terms is to not hear. At age 5 he knew he was a child art prodigy, his parents would feed him through the bedroom door of the studio he refused to leave. At high school he met his greatest champion and worst pain in the arse. As a self mythologist beyond compar there are too many Beefheart legends to list, many are true, the rest are even more true. You either already know Beefheart or don't. His self emposed isolation added to his strange relationship to culture, as does te fact that the geatr pat f hs crativ output was painting, the most written of music. Death somehow hasn't the finallty itould mean for most as in most ways he had already moved on. We've missed ou a long time.

Distopia

This place I live, this world that grows, each day I die a little more and composition decomposes. Whether these days are numbered, they surely feel as such it isn't there life that lacks just my emptiness of offering. I have run out of things to say.

Skree Kent '87

At about 22 years old I was living in an escourt mark 2 van in Kent. I'd been there a while and knew all the convoy crew and many sites, farms and places to work. I passed a guy who looked a long way from home.I'd been like that, strange land, no money, strange rules. Charity got the best of me and I took him to my site. He stayed in my caravan and I said I'd gt him some work in the morning. Friends came over, we had a fire, cooked stew, smoked hash. Abdul Hadj Mohammed fitted in.The sole issue that came up was freedom of female dress. He was from Algeria and defended their culture, I took no strong view though quietly felt his idea that Arab male passion woud cause problems seemed o me as it would to us and they were at fault in not showing restraint.. EventuallyI had to leave as I had an affair with a friends girlfriend. We promised we would keep a roof and food for the other wherever we may fgind oursewlves.
Today, 24 years later I read a little comment from Mona Hattoum. I came across her work when White Cube gallery took her on, she had that vast cube of magnetic steel covered in iron filings, her peaceful turntable of sand and three strokemetal too.Both great works. I became a passive fan, always checking ouyt her work when I could. She seldom gives interviews. Today she spoke justas Abdul had.

Banksy in Russia

Banksy grafitto artist, is giving £80,000 to a Russian art group, 2 of whom are in gaol on hooliganism charges.
The secretive brit street artist says he'll give all proceeds of a print sale today to the Voint collective notorious for its acts like the staged orgy and the drawbridge phallus.
Oleg Vorotnitkov and Leonid Nikolayev were detained in Moscow last month and charged in connwection with an anti corruption protest called Palace Revolution in St Petersburg. They could end upbanged up for 7 years.
Police claimthe group caused thousands of pounds worth of damage but Russias tight knit art community has called for thier releaase.
Basically Banksys involvement is akin to Lady Diannas landmine shit.
The 2 great works werethe staged orgy under a banner readimng, 'Fuck for the heir, little bear', relating to Medvedev.
Also the drawbridger phallus, a 65ft penis that facwed the city headquaters of the FSB, federal security service.

Manny Pacquiao vs Ricky Hatton Full Fight!!!

the greatest

Manny Pacquiao vs Ricky Hatton Full Fight!!!

the greatest

WHY IS JULIAN ASSANGE IN JAIL?

Amir Khan victory

Plans are now afoot for trhe Mayweather fight after Khan put in a flawless points winning performance

Frome Times

The King of Alwooddley

Skree is the son of Eddy Wainwright, the righteous and hereditery heir of the king of Alwoodley. When Eddy remarried in an illfated congress it was covered on the front page of Leeds paper e Evening Post. The article covered his tripe blanching and wort spluging skills. As Prince Iknow this to be bullshit however I do carry the bloodline. I texted our kid earlier today who seems to care not for the title. Whilst my father hides I await the day when the one true king shall return to take the kingdom of Alwoodley and return all rights to wrongs. Yeah, the day shall come. I aim to track down the article from the Evening post and return from my kingdom in Bath to reclaim the land that is righteosly mine. As the older brother Our kid is the true king but he seems more interested in butterflies. The great castle of Moortown Water Tower shall be our base. There will, presumably be a great battle where many shall die though all pretenders ought to come forth nand get the kicking they deserve out of the way then join us in our reclaiming of the birthright.
The importance of our quest is beyond the understanding of most. Hitler, of course sought to govern from Quarry Hill Flats. Skreeworld shall be ruled from the north of Leeds.

Amir Khan

A few words in support of Khan who goes in to his most testing contest tonight. Quite why certain British boxing fans cannnot see that Amir is of huge power. Seeing footage of him spar with the god Pacman under Roaches' tutelage is the sight of the greatest boxing on the planet. He may get knocked out tonight, Manny each time he gets in the ring, whart sets them ap[art is that they are setting all thier history up to fight the best. Arsehole bloggersa who have never stepped in to a ring spout raccist shite. If I could touch Amir Khan I would feel god like, you don't understand the sport. Khan may be up there with Manny, and that is a long way from Haye.

FDMA

I just read a posting of an elloquence I can but dream of regarding a previous posting I made on the FDMA.
This reminds me that, though the Skreeworld blog following is small it includes;
Artist Paulus Fryus
Other Criteria, Damien Hirst,
The Outcasts motorcycle club,
Poog, chief of Ignit Ploaeg,
the Drainspotter supreme,
Jon Jailblogger,
Ben Prison blogger,
The Skreeworld church of Water tower research,
Mark E Smith,
the family and estate of Philip K Dick,
Nik Turner Hawkspit,
Ron Tree Hawkwind,
Threadbare associatses,
Gareth Ne3al,
Rachel Hutchinson,
Magnus furniture,
the Wrong Arab,
T bone Heatherwick,
regarding TV chefs we go MPW as he not only shares my initials and early stomping grounds but was a mate of our Kid, sides which Rammo is just an imploding cunt, MPW is a vastly superior chef, a detail that has become lost in all this. Marco brought us cuisine, Rammo et al, just cashed in. There was a time when Skreeworld yearned to have it out in a street fight with Thpittle Thpraying fat twat Oliver, now it would give far more pleasure to give Gordon Rammo a good kicking.
We are LUFC fans though dislike football, in the premiership we are tangerine.
Our blood is shed in many fields.

and many, many others who I choose to preserve thier anonymity.

love to you all

Skree

Its' Still Christmas!

We got a few facts wrong last night. It was commedian Bernard Manning who wrote love sonnetts to Plath, one of many lovers who all killed themselves. The turkey connection comes from Ted Moult who created the double glazed turkey farm allowing them to breed throughout the year. He too, sadly took his own life though was never, to our knowledge a lover of Bernard Manning though was bootiful..

Early cave painting of Christ greeting a stallion

Frome Times

Merry Jesus Christtime

Yes, we are all thrilled here at Skreeworld and shall be feeding primarily on this creature until 12 days after the celebration of the Jesus Death trick. Our bellies are aquiver in anticipation of gorging down this fine creature. This years is a beauty and 'bootiful' in honour of the death of Ted Hughes whose double glazing company allowed one and all to savour the flesh of the turkey. Many a rhyme would he spin down in Norfolk to his beloved Silvia Plath sure in the knowledge that all could now freely gorge on turkey meat throughout this sacred time. Oh, jingle, oh jangle the bells ring out. Skreeworld wishes all followers a Bootiful yuletide and a christingle for pud. These are oranges protected by 4 spikes and a candle, each wooden shaft, driven in to cast out vampires and skewered with a raisin to represent the four wise men who travelled through thick snow to bethlehem to find the baby jesus in a lowly cattleshed and just a manger for a bed.

Mery Christmas

Here at Skreeworld we find it a veritale piece of piss to die then rise unscathed from the grave in three days, many members of the Church of Skreeworld flip back and forth just for something to do when bored. However, we recognise that for many feats such as this can take an aspirant messiah ages to learn and as such we celebrate Christmas along with you all. The official start, of course is when one hears an old lady mention the holy Slade. This happened today whilst we waited for breakfast an elderly glam rocker pointed out that the xmas muzac at Sainsburies was crap, 'whereare The Slade!' she cried aloud. Christmas is now officially here in Skreeworld. We had our last binge and no drugs are allowed from now on until Noddy givs us the 'Nod'. Our sobriety fixed in place like armour we shall now steam in. Merry Christmas to one and all.

A nice view from behind our studio

Winter

Water rail

Killed by cat by our yard. Get a bell round your cats neck or apellett through it

Gary Glitter - Another Rock 'n' Roll Christmas

just dont check whats in the stocking

Wizzard - See My Baby Jive

we love you Roy, we hate you Beiber

Geordie (Brian Johnson) - Can You Do It

Brian. We all get a second chance in life

Black Sabbath - Symptom Of The Universe & Hole In The Sky

Some days it says it all

Bi Polar

Frost

Jims' World

Apologies

Nick Cave - The Ship Song

This sounds aload a shitew

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IT IS ALL MY NFAULRT#
MICHNAEWLP P-ETER W2QAINWRIGHT
BLAME HIM
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PTV Interview (Genesis P-Orridge & Peter Christopherson)

You cannae beat PTV TG or any of it. In these sad days after Sleazys death it all feels such a long time ago. Lady Jaye is gone, Jjohn gone too, so lets enjoy again a few Gristley moments. Listening to the message from the Temple, I feel that the spiritualisation of the orgasm and its subjugation through endorphins or destruction through opiates needs some rresearch. So many lives went from pursuit of orgasm to comfort in the arms of morphia, surely there is more.

Cosey Fanni Tutti at RBMA London 2010

Sleazy was trained says cosey, love to all throbbing gristle, even Genesis, wherever, whoever and whatever you are

Throbbing Gristle - Hamburger Lady

Sleazy RIP

Skree bullshit landfill site

The bullshit landfill site came about from the realisation that no one could spend more time looking at pictures than they could reading about them. At galleries it is certainly true that more time is spent redaing tags next to art than looking at art. It is more relaxing in the clutter of today to hide in the order of words. However brutal they never gouge your soul out like a chunk of reality be it a bird, fish, dog turd or sculpture. I had become a word escapist, my commentry on my observations had become greater than the observation. Hence the recent fast, all language based thought has gone straight to the bullshit landfill site.

Steve Lazarides

The guy who got Banksy rich has been bringing to light some great work over the last decade, his gallerys' show during Freeze week was a highlight. I just have one qualm, its' the appropriation of the word 'Outsider'.
Outsider art has, was and always will be there, the term has been used for as long as I can remember usually to meen art not promoted through the established gallery network, work made by artists who don't watch the artworld. Great and noble stuff. I also like it when virtually an artist gets a break, loved seeing Banksy take off. I do find it hard to consider an outsider an outsider once they are in. Banksy is no longer a cutting edge anarcho figure but as entrenched in the buisness as Anish Kapour, this is no bad thing but you can't have it both ways. You end up sounding like Johnny Rotten still wittering on. How could he have been so eloquent when young yet so dumb in middle age? Every dog has his day, Rotten had his, some are having thiers now and others have yet to have thiers. Failure, or a constant unrecognised progress, seems a far better way to preserve artistic integrity, take The Fall, imagine Mark talking to Lydon.

All that FDMA Bollocks

For anyone still interested. The gravity must have been less or the atmosphere thinner when dinosaurs ruled the Earth to support their vast bodies. The DMOU take over or the FDMA beginnings seems to have descended in to complexities beyond my understanding. I have just wanted it all to reach some, any resolution and hopefully return to some normallity. There is one persons views I would love to hear, the listmaster for his amazing brainchild seems endangered. It would appear that most neither care nor understand anymore, or is it only me? So, as such, just vote to get past the deadlock, those who want to impose organiseation and association on others will continue to organise. Let's hope the new 'organisation' is as good as the healthy disorganisation that has served us so well. Were disenters to have a steering body I would join. Struggling to understand those who can't tolerate mess or fail to understand how an organic compost of members has made DMOU something so amazing they daren't attempt to mirror the disassociation but seek to grab the horns of the wild beast and steer it in to a way they understand yet feeling the bullying, should I fail to succumb, will leave me isolated, I felt forced to 'yes' vote. All we can do with the self appointed steering committee at the top and the sniping from the fore lock tugging aspirants from below is hope that cream will rise to the surface through the turgid bullshit. Everyone brave enough to question the coup has been attacked as if they were anarchists rather than conservatives with a small 'c'. Anyone who thought it was a load of bradd pitt was made to feel a james blunt. This is the end of a great thing, its' put me off exhibitting with designer makers again. Why didn't they set up their own site with a link? why can't they see that all this voting towards an organisation is already killing why DMOU was so good? Oh well, I hope I am wrong.

Robin Day RIP

Today I saw this tubular steel polyprop chair, not quite a Day but close enough. Reminded me to post that during my lay off, the most well known British furniture designer of the 20th century died. I bet all of us have sat on one of his chairs. There is no greater acolade. Sold over 500,000,000. Beat that!

He judged Sit'95, an exhiition I was in, I didn't win, but did get to meet the fella.

Blackthorn

Tex 21st november 2010

Off His Trolley

Old Studio

Today I drove past my old studio, over the border in Wiltshire. The farm looked desolate, the locals away. My place, the place where I lived for a year, worked for several is now part of Liquid Glass. They knocked through the wall, the yard changed beyond recognition, the sycamore gone. I felt little nostalgia, only a few fleeting bad memories.

The Great Drought of 2010

The current drought has had all sorts of people phoning me up. I'm not really in that world anymore so am no help to anyone. I hear that a fungus has destroyed half the years crop. All the crap is being bashed out, hospitals are being inundated by people collapsing from all the cuts being used. I hope this proves an incentive for people to sort thier lives out. One word of warning, when things get sorted the strength will appear dangerously strong so, if you are still floating about, please take it easy or you'll be dropping like flies. Better still, use this time as a springboard to better times and a cleaner life. Come on, think about it, these have been the weakest three months for 30 years! You must be virtually there.

Royal Crescent

In response, you know who, I don't see it in that way at all, no betrayall of class roots. In leeds we lived in majesty, Spencer Place, Shepherds Lane even over in Hyde Park we lived in glorious victorian houses even when they were ripped in to bedsits. The staircase banister rooled down serpen like, the cornice dado rails, lighting rosettes, high ceilings, we were poor but lived in decadent majesty. As such Baths' Royal Crescent feels natural. A faded beauty, drunk teens, syringes, glue bags and beggars stagger past artists, actors, musicians. I miss Leeds but still like Bath. Stone masonry, Frome looks about to fall to Tesco. We are steady. I'm not that bothered really, never felt like anything but a tourist drifting through these places. My Dads working class aspirant, my Mother was mid class, I don't know what I am.

Early Success

Reading Bens' blog it is impossible not to feel that he has lost out on crucial parts of development. I hope you don't mind me saying Ben, I'm sure you will agree. I felt the same reading Alex James Blur book, he was a boy, went to college, then became a pop star. He has nothing to compare this against. You pick up on the same from premiership footballers, there is a gap of growth that only failure and just bouncing around life can deliver. Ben has a better grasp of the world than Alex or Wayne Rooney but I can't help but feel glad to not have missed out on my late teens, 20s and 30s. A lot happens between childhood and your 40s.
How Ben will readjust will, I hope, make fascinating reading. His prison blog will surely one day be a book and I hope he keeps writing. I believe h is well in to his PHD. We need the views of the marginalised and Ben has a unique voice. Catch up.

Ben Gunn

Regular readers will remember Bens' prison blog, the only blogging prisoner in Britain. He has been in jail for 30 years since he was 14, originally imprisoned for killing a friend in a fight he has not been given parole  largely due to questioning authority. His blog is a fascinating mix of diary thoughts, events, happenings along side commentry on issues regarding those society chooses to lock away. His observations are articulated well and offer an insight in to a world many don't see. He is finally being moved to an open prison which is long over due.

Home again

Take a month off the computer and you remember that no one you meet on line is real, you can say anything to them, they are but dust or smoke in the air from mid afternoon daggers of fading winter sunlight, less than addicts on your phone calling for charity, less than the mud on your shoes cause this at least soils your carpet, less than tissued fluid, less than sooty foil in your bin, less than memories of abandoned dreams, less than heartache, less than coal, less than benefit cuts to Cameron, less than Ainsley Harriot to David Haye, less than the click, click, click of a clipper in your living room as your guest screws the last dregs from perforated foil and horror sets in, dreams more cruel than reality. Give me my sofa, my duvet and my beer.
For I am home, ahhhh

David Haye wins

Ainsley Harriot who sold a year of crap boxing to the BBC that virtually put an end to boxing for terrestrial viewers through barely a punch and got battered by the Brit Heavyweight champion of the world David Haye

You really dont want this shit

What can strip a man to bare bone, a pair of lungs and a bunch of pulsing organs wrapped in a skin, bereft of the buffer of personallity or pretence. This soiled space shall reemerge though who can tell which man shall evolve? Dont do this at home!

Where the fuck have you been?

The common authodoxy is that being proliphic is the sole route to cultural significance. Lemmys Motorhead contradict this view. They only wrote 3 songs yet thier image stands strong.

The Deformed Mass

As craft furniture becomes swallowed by its' own self importance I can't help but recall why I left that studio in Wiltshire. As vanity, the like of which I have not seen before or since, from old stalwart and novices alike crushed the love I heald for my chosen profession, a wise head was not there. Just an encouragment of pomposity. I watched as desperatly young makers yearned for attention like spoilt children, snatching any drop of attention cast thier way. I had thought there was a purity, a lack of selfishness yet I learned and saw the twisted souls, who, when the approval passed lost all sense of self. They ceased to exist if not noticed.
I recall the Jerwood Prize for Furniture 1999 and those who seriously thought they may be considered, oblivious to where the eye of culture looked, and the sense of loss they felt having thier offerings rejected.
My opinions of others motives were changed and I sought solace across the border. Should not your belief hold strong regardless of small bodies who sit casting judgement on things they barely know? and should anyone, seriously care? I thought not and retreated. Friendships lay soiled and broken by this hunger for attention. I shall never forget being told by who I thought of as friend that they may not be able to talk to me because of whom they sought to please. Deep was my saddness and sore is my respect.
Your friends should never be dropped for the sake of your career. Where would you sleep when cast adrift and the lights and glitter have blown away? Alone is the answer, alone.

The Fall - Pumpkin head Xscapes

Tonight the streets were strewn with satanist children hungry for blood. Parents led them around, not a swede in sight. What happened to our culture? A coka cola vomit splash of exported pagan gems twisted to the nub and fired back across the Atlantic. The shame of it all.

The King of the Mendips RIP

Sadly, Skreeworld has to report that an 'incomer' shot the largest rat in Frome, allegedly a trophy hunter. The King, a rat whos' tail, alone stretched a good 4 feet in length was shot this week. Reports are murky though local rat hunters say a land owner sold a sighting of the King who had strayed on to land he rarely strayed in to rang a japanese airifle enthusiast who shot his Majesty. Local pest control air gun enthusiasts had preserved the King for his genes, often prefering to photograph the noble beast.
The King, reportedly was hit by over 40 pellets as he struggled toward the river Frome where he swam off wounded. Some say, on dark wind swept nights, he has been seen. In shadow, perhaps his ghost can be heard squeeling his anger at the coward who dared try murder the noble beast.
Meanwhile, the emporer turns out to be any red deer stag of 14 or more point antlers. The one alleged to have been shot on Exmoor was in decline, down to 16, less than previous years. Some have 30. His ghost, too stalks the moor, tearful clutching Excalibur in his jaws.

Exmoor Emperor Mission

We understand that Exmoor must be plagued by journalists and ousiders suddenly taking an interest however, the only true voice of reason, Skreeworld, makes our journey there this weekend to bring you the true story from the mouth of the genuine moorfolk bumpkins themselves. As 'Townys' we understand that it is always better to be an incomer than an inbreeder.

Dirty tactics

From our bunker we post. From all sides we are attacked. Our rifle posts hold strong against rat attack. The Anti Art vultures circle overhead, silent, bereft of the faculty of exchange. Dumb to our vision. We hold tight in the bunker. Our vision, a 3d discourse with the outer world, smuggled across thier borders. Chunks of reality, spat out in to the conspiracies world view. Thier is only one route in accessible by vehicles protected by noble supporters. The secret escape routes are closely watched. They may prevent road travel yet the other elements, air, water and fire shall always be our salvation. Though mud may sludge the fleet of foot, dexterity of other elements shall carry us forth.

Raw Power

I chose this life didnt I?

Ari Up RIP

Slits front girl was abused by fans of Wakefield band The Cribs who asked them to play support band at one of thier gigs last year. The Cribs were in tears at thier fanbases lack of musical and cultural historical awareness. I first saw the Cribs supporting the Sex Pistols at Brixton Academy a few years back. They went down badly too. The connection, of course is that Ari Up was John Lydons daughter in law, his marriage to her mother has always been well hidden or steered away from in the press. Ari Up was 14 when she played her first Slits gigs. From a wealthy background she fitted in well with the London punk scene where a variety of backgrounds met up to change culture. The Slits were not really musically significant. Thier cultural significance immense. I recall buying thier first album that fired out a visceral female take on the world, enough to droop any early pubescent hard on I had for them. I can think of no other female band that distorted gender preconceptions or stereotypes quite as the Slits did. If thier is one band to represent London punk it should be the Slits, Pistols history is too wrapped up in crap to see thier purity anymore. The Sex Pistols were punk, John Lydon, Malcolm McClarren, Vivenne Westwood, Steve Jones, Glenn Matlock, Paul Cook, Jamie Reed. The Slits and Ari Up, beyond punk.

The Emperer RIP

Here at Skreeworld we are confused as to how to feel regarding the killing of Britains largest known wild animal. Locally, now nationally known as The Emperor, the red deer stag who, with antlers, stood 9 feet tall has been bagged by a trophy hunter. Apparently the beast strayed from the woodland he normally occupied, Worthy Folly where he, and his hinds were protected. The owner of the adjacent land phoned up a trophy hunter who shot him. Local huntsmen had preserved him as a local legend, the anger thier appears to be, largely over an outsider taking him out. A lot of bullshit regarding his genetic coding not being allowed to be passed on as he has been shot prior to the rut. This seems a little daft as it wasn't his sole season and his size seems largely due to luck and the fortune of having proteted status. Still, though these arguments are poor ones it still strikes us a little unsporting to take out a local treasure, legend even. One can imagine great folk songs of how the mighty Emperor was killed by a towny for trophy reasons, his ghost still haunts the moor. Or a hollywood style film, crying child runs in tofarmhouse, 'Daddy, Daddy, they've kiled the Emperor!', 'Where is my gun, I shall track his killer down if its' the last thing I do.'
I shoot, I am no soft heart anthropomorphosist, yet I personally would never have taken down a majestic creature of this magnitude. It calls to mind the film 'The Murder of Jesse James by the coward Roert Ford.'
There are some shots I would never take and this is one. I kill for meat. A pheasent fills my belly as I type. I shoot rats that raid Mags chickens feed for sport. I enjoy hunting. A feeling, an emotion my life wold have been a poorer place for. I respect vegetarians. The ones I have little time for are omnivores who can't face up to what they do.
I digress. The world is a lesser place for the Emperors' loss. I hope whoever shot him enjoyed a buzz that equates to this.

Remembering Andrea Dunbar

Andrea, love, fuck 'em eh?

Go see The Arbor

George Shaw

Skrees' favourite contemporary painter is George Shaw. His visual dialogue of Coventry is close to the Skree worldview. His work can currently be seen at the British Art 7 show; in the days of the comet. Nottingham Castle Museum and New Art Exchange until january 9th 2011.

Leeds Rhinos 33-26 St Helens Challenge Cup Semi Final 2003

Apologies for the poor quality footage but after the previous two clips, first illustating why Brian McDermott may be seen as a controversial choice for Leeds coach, the second to illustrate both why he lost his rag against Leeds and to show why Newton got banned. Just a quick reminder of why Rugby League is the greatest game of all. This semi against Saints was amongst the best games I have ever seen. It also set the precedent of Leeds domination of a legendary Saints side when it really mattered. The Leeds rebuild, Saints too may take a while. It looks like Wigan for a year or wo. My ptayers are with Warrington, a rugby league town that deserves more success and may well be Wigans main rivals come next year.

No sport apart from boxing till february, I promise.

Terry Newton- St Helens V Wigan 2005

Perhaps it is worth looking at a little of Newton, who I myself, posted a tearful blog after he took his life. In the Brian McDermott clip, he is the first player Brian swings at. Though we are sad that Newton is no longer with us, he was a dangerous player. Brian may well have had reason to twat him. He risked others players careers in his steroid rages.

Brian McDermott

New Leeds coach in action against Leeds

Brian McClennan

Leeds RL coach resigned today. Diskin moved to the Dullards. Perhaps it is time for a change, the team were unbalanced this year. 3 years as Champions is a record it will take time to beat. I hope we get a new coach and team together to stop the resurgent Wigan side. The England v NZ game was enjoyable, certainly the second half. Our last chance is against Aus next weekend and it isn't beyond us. Great to see a young team coming through. Anyone who doesnt watch Rugby League, start now. The Greatest Game of All. Brian McDermott seems a bit of a temporary solution though. The loss of Donald and all others puts us in transition. Unless Hetheringtons trip down under brings some reward one can only feel we have to be prepared for a mid table year or two. Realising, now that McClennan had his sights set for NRL mid last season makes me wonder why he didn't fuck off back down under then. We, as fans, were embarrassed, as champions throughout last season. The days of Tony Smith are gone. Hard to figure out from where a champion side, and that is what we expect, can emerge from.
Two times in my life, once as a child, then Smiths build and McClennans sides have dominated. Will I live to see another Leeds side achieve these hieghts? I sleep ill in worry awaiting what Hetherington can bring. Our academy cannot provide the spine, Sinfield, Burrow, Maguire are ageing. This recent champion Leeds side made life worth living. Come on Leeds, sort it out!

Kipper, where the fuck are you?

There are buildings to climb, work to do. Come on! get your bastard phone fixed. Also, I'm worried about you. I am here, sort your shit out.

A brief breakdown in communication

Sunday Morning

Teddy Boy

Chris

Chris will never be forgotten. His privacy not invaded. We walked these same streets, the same town background. We sheltered under the same roof. Each time I pass his door tears fall. Without cliche I say Rest in Peace. Shared moments were too few. A gentleman to the end. This world is a lesser place for your passing.

Let it never be said, that romance is dead

THE WURZELS - Promo Video for their NEW SINGLE!!! 'Ruby Ruby Ruby!'

Here at Skreeworld we are serious and long time fans of the Wurzels. We regularly see the band live, know Pete and Tommy and always support thier work, withot irony. From the early work of Adge Cutler, the bard of Avonmouth through to the present day, the Wurzels have been one of this countries greatest live bands. We take our scrumpy seriously and strongly defend the taxation laxity on the fermented juice of the apple. Though, as purists, we have a solemn respect for the purity of the days of Adge and will always keep his name alive and remembered for his genius, we also respect the work from the heady summer of '76 when the nation was awash with cyderdelia, the lyrical dexterity of the chart hits,'I drove ny tractor through your haystack last night', even 'buggered if I don't get him' from the Pete Budd penned Blackbird slipped by the censors in the same year the relatively tame lyric of 'Anarchy in the UK' brought radio bans. I confess, it wasn't until I moved to the West Country and saw the Wurzels on the tailend of a 4 day MDMA marathon that I discovered thier true majesty. That night, with eyes like saucers, we mfirst met Pete and Tommy. They saw through our drugged state, we saw through thier scrumpy polished cheeks, we had a realisatin of common goals. They knew we were no satyrical, ironic fans but true appreciators of thier work. For me personally, to finally meet Pete, after seeing him as a child on 'Top of the Pops' when I could barely grasp the complexity, humour ad politics of his work, to meet him as a adult was a truly wonderful experience. Since then, Skreeworld has been in full support. The 'Never mind the Bullocks' album came out to boldly state that they are a band of today, the new 'More Bullocks' another masterwork and now this mighty single to promote in Petes' 70th year shows that thier will always be more cyder in the jar, just as the sorely missed Adge promised way back in 1966 when I was a baby. The Fall may have been the primary soundtrack to my life but Scrumpy and Western will forever be a part of Skreeworld. Check out www.wurzelworld.com for up to date info.

The Scaffold - Lily The Pink

this was the first record I was bought, aged 3 or 4. My life subsequently has been plagued by drink and over indulgence in medicinal compounds. The guy in the middle, I should know his name, famous Tiswas star I met when he came to see the art shows of my students whilst I was teaching at Wolverhampton university. A prize for reminding me of his name. Great bloke.

Chris RIP

Chris who lived downstairs has sadly died. This house is in mourning for a gentleman whos troubles proved too much. There is a gap, a hole that can never be filled.
We love you Chris, wherever you are now.

Skree, Tex,  Claire

Nick Cave God is in the house (at later)

Hunting

There is a hormone that kicks in when hunting. It puts you solely in the moment, no past, no future, just that space, free from all worry or distraction. Sex is the only thing to compare yet this comparrison fails with modern baggage. It is primievel, beyond morralitty. Drugs are the only things close, perhaps climbing up buildings.
I shot a pheasent today, took a life, plucked and deconstructed the animal whilst warm. Tonight I shared food with my dog. The hunt, the feed brings us so close I can not compare it to anything. I shot some rats that have been feeding on the chickens food. This is great sport and I feel no guilt. It triggers the same hormones to an extent. Glands plse out messages. It beats religion. Just killing isn't the same as the wholekill and eat thing though. Taking a life to perpetuate ones own.
To my mind, the animal rights concept is inverse to the truth. Rather than elevate animals to having our rights status, we are, ourselves animals. Fighting, fucking, raping, murdering as all predatory animals do. This is no question of morrallity bt a question of what we are.

Beauty

I have paid the price

For sticking my head above the parrapet and pointing out how a genuinly democratic discussion group has been hijacked by a bunch of unionistic megalomaniacs. FDMA never tried to gain support but latched, limpet like, leech like, lamprey like on to an existing body. Had they any dignity they would have done thier own work, yet self appointed they stole the aqumulation of likeminded souls and engaged in a coup. What sad soul seeks power in this way?

Lesser Spotted Woodpecker

Autumnal morning

Woke to e mither from an arsepipe called Jonathon Malkovitz, a true wankbox. Set me up to go traipsing through frosty fields with Tex looking for prey. Just saw other beautiful predators. Dug in to work, once the burner was lit. Tried to shoot rats but just enjoyed making stuff and autumness. The evening came and took M to see W in the hospital, rewards were nil. Celebrated 20 10 20 10 2010 listening to the car radio outside a hospital. Bit of a shit day in all.

FDMA Fundamental Faults

A democratic forum developed through mutual trade, art interest. This was used to promote a self elected leadership under false claims. No fault could be blamed if a suggestion to a link to construct a seperate forum. This did not happen. One piece of spam through a posting by John Beer advertised a gambling site. This was nothing like as insidious as using the forum as a vehicle for a self elected body to promote thier ideas. Forum members were led to believe that they would be excommunicated or side ligned were the not to take part in this coup. The DMOU forum includes many from the original crafts revival of the 1970s. The FDMA is a self appointed constitution of second generation makers seeking to promote themselves as leaders. All they offer already exists bar hier self interest. A large proportion of the DMOU forum are young and flattered to be seen alongside the more established makers. Thier blood will be used to promote the self appointed parliament. Thier misake lies in the belief that association with the fading second genertion will bring them reward or respect. The truth is the new young work stands a better chance away from this period. Things are changing. Great new work was selected to be shown at London Design Week. The FDMA seeks to gain attention from the first successful bunch and the new faces breaking through. This middle generation failed to make any cultural impact. Do you want them as leaders?

Ketamin fishing return

Went back to the scene of the ketamin fishing expedition today. As regular followers will remember the nightmare night of hook line and sinker, me being the sinker from this very platform. Kipper had already tried to burrow under the lake of polished stainless steel when I tried a little spnning at 4 in the morning. The platform remains unrepaired from my plunge.

Autumn is better than Art

Its' e3verywhere you look. Frieze art week makes me hate art and flee the city. The papers wont leave you alone, Takishi Murakamis great show in France, Damien makes two big sales to showhe's still in the game, a host of new artists are put forward, few with art but all with ideas, Kapour is still pumping out his soulless monsters that say nothing about the human condition but mess with your senses for those who missed out on drugs, Steve Lazarides tunnel show, the man who made Banksy rich, has a miserable mess for those who never leave the city. Meanwhile autumn shows its' wonder for free. Only a hungry, sad man would have wasted this week in London.

love

The Fall - I'm Into C B

my fathers not bad really

FDMA

I belong to a forum. A group of people have chosen to use the build up of names to promote a domination, the tragic pathos of these individuals is beyond a joke.

Fissure

Window of Opportunity

A day of rest. Good to see J.

Dead Rat

This week has been a wierd fellow. Worked hard and my mental health picked up. A bit over burdenned and, being the type to hide head in the sand of physical labour, I just dug in. Great to get one of the over abundant rats that pilfer chicken feed.

A little bird to end the week

After a days toil I popped out to check on the dusk wildlife and spotted this lesser spotted woodpecker.

Hospital

The welcoming sign of the contractors at the hospital warned us of what of expect. W lies waiting to get fixed up. My evening spent on this journey to bring treats to the ill. I wish I had had th forthought to call my buisness Bray and Slaughter.

Filth

Pure Filth

I like the misappropriation of the word 'tax' where street thugs tax people, rather like watching Robin Hood where the King taxes the people for his own wealth and perpetuation. Sees a more accurate use of the word than the idea of a government taking my money to give out to themselves and daft projects I have no say in. Give ne anarchy, every man for himself. Oh yes, can I keep the NHS?

After last nights mercy mission

I awoke, still xhausted and raced down to the studio to take some photos and work on various pieces. Spent a while trying to shoot rats that steal the chicken feed then got a shot on a rabbit. MDF dust fills my lungs, juggling things is oppressive, trying to get the horrible georgian plinths out of the way so I can bring in Quarr Hill Flats for restoration and give final touches to Pitt furniture. No time for creativity just productivity at present. A sore body and scrambled thoughts leaves just time to cook before bed.

Tex seems a bit ill, keeps scratching at is stomach. He enjoyed our walk though. Saw sparrowhawk, peregrine and a poignant site of a buzzard being mobbed by crows. Looks like I'll be in the workshop all 'weekend' catching up. My kidney infection and depression have gone but have left some catching up to do.

A and E

I hate to post diary eea but I've not had time to do owt but do. Yesterday was spent in none stop movement, machining up components in a paranoid space, hard labour and noise. I finished and drove a buisnessman to a nearby city to keep the locals well, crashed, too alert and unable to switch off like after long motorway drives. Woke to pain, set off and worked again. Hard to talk to my workshop mate at the moment, sometimes peoples lives are too different to find a point of contact, however much you like them. Furniture for Pitt is done, I am working on the Georgian plinths for Bath, a robo job of no love I need to complete to have the money to finish the Pitt work. My main need is to retreive The Flats to restore them to full glory. This piece I truly believe to be a significant work and, for myself, I need it looking perfect. Bogged down with work. I got a few minutes rest after work before taking W to the hospital, he could lose his legs yet his so called friends havn't got him there. We drove there, pulled up in the ambulance bay, got a wheelchair and took him in. After moving the car I stayed to keep him talking, distraction is the greatest form of pain relief. Drove back and finally got a sit down to type this brief post.
Promise to have something more exciting to say next time. 48 hours of none stop movement hasn't allowed me a moment to think.

Ai Weiwei

Perhaps the first words I ever said. Beijing olympics will always be remembered. The Great Bears' mass of tangled string will always stand, even if it gets knocked down. Chinas' leading artist, perhaps the worlds, shall reveal on tuesday his work for Tate Moderns turbine hall. His father was a painter and a great poet yet his family were put in a labour camp where he was beaten, cleaned toilets for five years. Though Weiwei has a green card he chose to return and work in China. The exhibition Fuck Off had an installation of an ancient Han vase painted with a coka cola logo , another he dropped , the photo of the debris titled So Sorry. Weiwei has never visited the birds nest, perhaps Chinas' most iconic building since the Great Wall and doubts he ever will. He sees the polarities we face as the 'interesting' versus the 'dreadful', not right versus left, east versus west. The Chinese authorities are aware of his heresy and he has taken more than a few beatings. Perhaps the most exciting event of the coming week.

Time to sort the wheat from the chaf

Art week in London town is looking lack lustre, well not shit but nothing like the bravado and magesty of the previous two years. We all look forward to the Museum of Everything, the taxidermy of Walter Potter and all who cling to his legend in hope that the centrifuge of light will shine on them. Zaha Hadid is the architect we all said she was 15 years ago. Let us see which shows turn out good. Vanitas may offer a few surprises but seems less coherant than last years offering from AVA. Turner Prize show looks like a good local show , no national treasures though, but last years winner still shines way above this years humble offerings. Is it a prerequiste of the times to show modesty, reportage of recent history. There is nowt like like the copper sulphate crystaline bedsit or majestic gold leaf of last years entrants. Skreeworld will be showing better stuff than this as cast offs ts er, jut ou watch.

Skreeworld

Frome Gallows Tree Web

They are on thier way

Early autumn fungi staring to sprout readying the soggy of knee for the catapult in o the next stage of evolution. Ou birth right, the Liberty Cap is on it's way and if conditions stay as predicted, it shall be a geat season, a season that takes us to new places, new dimensions. This Nations saving Grace.

Shroom time

These fungoid items reminded me its time for Englands natural halucinogen. Nothing has shaped British culture like the Liberty Cap. Can't be more than a few weeks off. No one can understand this countrys culture without at least sampling magic mushrooms once. Dont try these though, unless you want tummy ache.

Sure as eggs are eggs

So I'm back in Asda, the store detectives still watch me for my anti Michael Jackson protest. Anyway, I stand looking at thegg morality test. They all are same just packaged differently. It is up to you whether you think you can slink through the check outs without being spotted purchasing openly factory farm eggs or if you proudly display your organic free range, take the 'just' free range, an admission of relative poverty yet an awareness of 'issues'. The next bit is the journey to the carpark. Pedestrians and drivers of modest cars can bow thier heads, clutching thier factory box, they are poor, hungry, societys problem. The organic free ranger has to run the gauntlet, swerving as if toward the escort whilst the jag awaits behind. Where do you fit in? the fucking chickens behind the workshop broke in the other day, shitting everywhere, I loaded the air rifle before escorting them out. Thier death would have been on Gods head had he not intervened! See how he feels with them gate crashing his big pearly bastards,

Back to Today

After 3 weeks of illness and digressions in to childhood, '70s pop culture, Skreeworld is back. All bloodtests clear, still got the ultrasound scan to go but I'm returning to reality, well the holes in my head that light, sound, smell etc. in are all opporating functionally, disentangled from nostalgia. Work build up towers over me, the furniture for Pitt is nearly done, the pieces for Bath loaded. Today I saw a peregrine, a sparrowhawk and several buzzards. The Ivy flowers provide last pollen pockets where red admirals, bees from the hives behind the workshop and stray flies and hoverflies amass. Autumn seems to come so quickly these days. I see Tracy is moaning about arts cuts after her threats to leave for France last year for th 50% tax threat. You can't have it both ways.Art will continue whatever just as sex and love will, maybe not the orgies of recent times but perhaps a time of more considered work may emerge. I can understand, even as an artist, albeit one who has never benefitted from state funding, that our premiership of culture ma pass for a while yet wouldnt you do it anyway? had you the need? maybe not. lets see what emerges.

Pig Lady

Pig Lady is a beast