Joker meets Ronald Mc Donald

As promised from my previous post, here’s my DIY tutorial on how to create the scary looking Mc Donald’s look for Halloween that I did for a colleague. I promise, this is easy. I think any one can pull this off. And what’s great about this look? It doesn’t have to be perfect, the messier, the better.

Materials:

1. White and red  acrylic paint. Take note that this has to be non toxic and water based. Some of you might think, acrylic may not be safe for the face specially those who has sensitive skin. But yes, based on my research, it is safe. For those who have sensitive skin, better to use face paint instead. We used acrylic paint for two reasons 1) cheaper and 2.) I think it’s easier to build, blend and apply.
2. Black matte eyeshadow. Avoid using shimmery black as we don’t want Mc Donald’s face to be all sparkly!
3. Face sponge and cotton tips for make-up application.
4. Gum. Unused. New. This will serve as the fake flesh to be attached to our model’s face.
5. Spirit Gum or Eyelash glue.  This will serve as the adhesive for our fake flesh. For those who don’t know, Spirit Gum is used for prosthetic. For those who live in the Philippines, you can get the spirit gum at Cinema Secrets Counter located at Watson’s/ SM department stores. Price , around Php100+  ($2).
6. Corn syrup and red food coloring for the fake blood.
7. Chopstick or coffee stirrer.
8. A plastic cockroach/ spider/ or any kind of creepy crawler.

How to do it?

1. Grab a piece of gum, Mold it into your model’s face. Replicate the scars similar to Joker’s face from the movie Batman.

Steps 1 to 4

1. Glue it to your model’s face using a spirit gum or an eyelash glue. Make sure to put enough glue to secure it on the model’s face and avoid slippage.
2. Cover your model’s face with white acrylic paint. You can dip your sponge into water before dipping it to the acrylic paint for easier application. You can skip covering the gum with white paint since
3. Using a sponge, cover your model’s eye lids and under eyes with black eyeshadow. make sure to fill every part of the eyelid including corners. No need to create a perfect circle around the eyes. Like what I’ve said earlier, the messier the better. You can even extend the black eyeshadow just above the eyebrows.
4. Cover the fake flesh we placed earlier on our model’s face with red paint. Also place red paint over the lips, creating an effect of a smudge lipstick.

Step 5

1. Create a fake wound just above the right/left eyebrow. Using a sponge, pat red acrylic paint above the eyebrows. Stick a plastic cockroach or any creepy crawler using a spirit gum or eyelash glue above the red paint you patted on.

Step 6

1. Time to add the fake blood. Mix corn syrup and red food coloring. Using a chopstick / coffee stirrer, dip it to the fake blood mixture, then apply the liquid just above the cockroach we glued earlier. Create an effect that the blood is caused by the creepy crawler eating the model’s flesh. Allow the blood to drip.

Steps 7 to 8

1. Using the same fake blood mixture, apply the liquid into the fake flesh near the model’s lips. Avoid to place the mixture to sink in inside the gum. This will make the adhesive lose its stickiness, and will allow the gum to slip. Again, allow the liquid to drip, for a natural effect.
2. Let the model wear a red, curly or wavy wig! Wear a  Mc Donald’s costume!

Step 9

And there you have it. A creepy Mc Donald look! If you have any questions, shoot me a question! and of course, let me know if this tutorial helped you in any way. Or if you have re-created this look, I would love to see your own version! Shoot me a comment!

Happy Halloween! Enjoy your costume parties!

Bueno, aquí os dejo con una serie de imágenes obtenidas al buscar “jajaja” en imágenes Google con Safe-Search no activado.

 By: J-Fénix

Recuerden, tienen 2 Horas.

Increible como el aula parecio sumirse en una desesperacion total.

–PAUSA–

Por sino lo aclare, el Curso de Preingreso Universitario (CPU ^^), esta compuesto por:

Introduccion al Lenguaje Audiovisual (3 parciales)

Lectura y Comprension de Textos (2 parciales)

y sus correspondientes finales (obvio, 2)

Cual es el gran apremio de esto? no existe margen de error; osea, no hay recuperatorios, y cada parcial es eliminatorio.

Dicho de forma que se comprenda, son 7 instancias y no podes fallar ninguna; imaginen que estan jugando el mundial …sigamos..

–Fin de Intromision educativa–

Lo primero que notamos fue que lo que nos habia dicho la profesora (que eran 4 preguntas) fue, la primer metida “del dedito” que tuvimos.

Si es cierto que eran 4 preguntas..pero lo que no nos habian dicho que cada pregunta estaba compuesta por otra serie de Sub-preguntas, dando un total de mas de 10 en total…Ramon diria, Je,Je

Obviamente mi primer reaccion fue la de enfurecerme, Pararme y ante toda el aula despotricar contra las autoridades y pedir una audiencia con el rector para exigir un trato justo!!.

o pensar (acomerla..) y tratar de no desconcentrarme con la musica de benny hill que empezo a sonar dentro de mi marulo desde que vi la cantidad de preguntas…

En fin, al cabo de 45 minutos, comenzaron a caer los primeros heridos de batalla. Algunos en silencio trataban de huir queriendo llevarse la humillacion bien atada al zapato al pensar que nadie los notaria irse; otros se calzaban el casco y entregaban el parcial con gesto estoico. Por mi parte, decidi que mi geekez tenia que servir de algo.

Debo haber visto star wars unas 200 veces, y Matrix unas 150, si a eso le sumo el hecho de que me banque como 50 capitulos de utilisima sobre la china loca esa que hace yoga a la mañana…tengo que poder concentrarme lo suficente para “previsualizar” las hojas de mi propio resumen y encontrar las respuestas!!!

Solte la birome, me recoste sobre la columna detras mio y cerre los ojos. Lentamente comenze a controlar mi respiracion hasta llevarla a un pequeño movimiento a intervalos regulares, comenzo a pasar el tiempo y me empezaba a preocupar, pero tenia en mente a Yoda: No temas, Usa la fuerza!! y yo seguia descartando toda la cantidad de imagenes que acudian a mi mente (Macross, la Libertadores, Pantallazos de cuando jugaba al Call of Duty, y por alguna psicotica razon, al payaso deMc-Donalds…WTF?) eso si, de mi resumen, nada. Siguio pasando el tiempo y me di cuenta que me empezaba a adormilar, rapido actue como wolverine en swordfish y aplaudi suavemente para concentrarme.

Aclaracion: si aplaudis suavemente, solo quedas como un pelotudo con los que tenes al lado y la profesora te mira con una certa cantidad de temor. No lo hagan en casa.

En fin, luego de como 20 minutos infructuosos donde solo aprendi que tenia muchas ganas de ver anime, estaba preocupado por el futuro de San Lorenzo y que evidentemente le tenia mucha bronca a los payasos.. decidi seguir con el parcial y mandar a Star Wars a la reputisima madre…

Para cuando faltaban unos 0.5 segundos para que la profesora monte en colera y me arranque el parcial de las manos, decido pararme y con paso firme como borracho escoces, entregarle el bendito parcial.

Le comento a la profesora que me retiro a darme un poco de cancer en la puerta del instituto y me alejo pensando que benny hill era un forro y que pensandolo bien, queria un Big Mac…

Afuera estaba La imagen del Horror de Dunwich en persona. Lovecraft cuando escribio ese cuento debia de haber visto las caras de estudiantes del IUNA en una premonicion.

Estabamos todos juntos contra la pared, aspirando el humo activo y pasivo (si somos Bifumadores) y haciendo un concurso llamado “quien confunde a quien” donde cada uno que llegaba al grupo decia: y? que respondiste en la opcion sub-pregunta tres de la pregunta uno?

Claro, para ese momento, ya habia contagiado a medio curso con el hecho de que Ronnald Mc Donaldsevidente que se la comia, y por eso laburaba ahi. era y lo que menos nos acordabamos era de que carajo era la sub-pregunta tres de la pregunta uno. pero todos atinabamos a responder algo

-respuesta: uno

-respuesta: la forma filmica es asi

-respuesta: na, yo la zanatee

-respuesta: habia sub-pregunta 3?

Y con la musica de los sims detras nos moviamos como poseidos, en un vaiven ritmico que haria las delicias de cualquier jugador que deje a sus sims sin un baño.

En fin. Sale la profesora. La musica de las Valkirias de Wagner la acompañaba y estoy casi seguro que se escuchaba a dante proferir que le falto describir “un 8° circulo del infierno” y que ese seria el IUNA.

Como sea, nos despedimos de ella, Nos despedimos de nosotros y nos despedimos del IUNA.

-Elipsis-

Pasa una semana

-Fin de Elipsis-

Llega el dia de la entrega del parcial, Llega la hora de la materia, Llega la psicosis al extremo….No-llega la profesora al IUNA.….F A L T O….

Pensamientos de inmolacion, de ataques-bomba, de Heroicas propuestas de asesinatos, todo surge en la increible muchedumbre enfurecida. Alguien desde el fondo grito: Hay que buscar antorchas!…

Pero yo no iba a aceptar un “no” por respuesta!, me dirigi a la oficina de alumnos

TOC, TOC!!

–nadie abrio la puerta–

Ok, a mi no me van a cagar–pense.

Abri la puerta y me encontre con una cara, una cara enfurecida, una cara enfurecida que me miraba enfurecidamente….

Yo: Perdone, soy del Curso de Ingreso, existe alguna posiblidad de conseguir el mail de la profesora?

Administrativa: NO. seca como pasa de uva, estaba la turra

Yo: Ok, puedo dejar mi celular para que se lo de a la profesora cuando vuelva en la semana?

Administrativa: NO. (notan algun tipo de estructura?)

Yo: Ok!, tiene idea de que otro dia vuelve en la semana?

Administrativa: ..suspiro.. (adivinen)… NO.

Yo: Gracias!.

Sutilmente y sin darle la espalda me aleje y cerre la puerta en mi propia cara. Luego de eso, me di la media vuelta y me fui a la fotocopiadora donde mis compañeros estaban descubriendo que los chismes son una cagada.

Alguien: CHE!!, avisaron que la profe ahora viene!!!

todos: –suspiros de alivio– ENSERIO????

Ese mismo Alguien: Siiii!!! hay que esperarla un ratito.

Procedo a entrar nuevamente al instituto, y (sin ir a la jaula de la pasa seca) le pregunto a uno de los capos que estan en la entrada (tipo porteros, pero 10 veces mas grossos, y estos no te esconden lasfacturas).

Les pregunto si es cierto que la profe viene y me responden que no. Vuelvo hasta mis confundidos compañeros y aclaro la situacion.

10 segundos despues, otro dice: Ahora viene la profesora!! lo acaba de confirmarrr!!! y toda la turba se queda en la puta puerta de la facultad semi saltando de exitacion.

Vuelvo a preguntarles a los capos de la facu…me miran con cara de orto y me dicen: acabo de hablar con ella, confirmo que NO VIENE.

Vuelvo hasta la sub-especie/turba asesina/ganado

Yo: NO VIENE.

Alguien: Pero quien te dijo??

Un amigo que habia venido conmigo y escuchado a los capos, me trata de ayudar:

Amigo: Es cierto, lo acaban de decir…

De la nada, entre los 50 sale una paticorta de anteojos, que mirandolo desde 20 cm mas abajo directamente a los ojos le dice: SOS UN MAL COMPAÑERO!!, ahora, te voy a tomar mal concepto!!. dicho eso se volvio a perder en el tumulto y nunca la volvimos a ver…

Dato: si encuentran una petiza de anteojitos con mal concepto de mi amigo, refunfuñando llame al 0800-222-LOCA. Gracias.

En fin. Luego de terminar de explotar y mandar a medio curso a la mierda y de preguntarles por que se comportan como seres subdesarrollados, que estan a 20 mts reales del instituto y pueden preguntar ellos mismos en ves de confiar en lo que diga alguien, suelto cuatro o cinco comentarios que ruborizarian al grandioso Pinti y me voy a mi casa.

Claro para este momento estaba totalmente frustrado y todavia recontra caliente con el forro de Ronald (..que nombre pelotudo por dios..)

–Elipsis–

Pasa otra semana

–Fin de Elipsis–

Llega la profe, nos ve, y lo primero que nos dice es: “la verdad, el nivel de los parciales fue pesimo”

Eso mis queridos, es equivalente a que te claven un puñal por la nuca directo al cerebelo.

Empiezo a ansiar el humo, me alegro que la ciudad este por legalizar la tenencia para consumo. y me preparo a ver mi nota…

Aprobe.

Esperaban que haga mas escandalo?. Era solo 1 parcial. Ahora debia preocuparme que la semana siguiente llegaba el parcial de la otra materia…pero eso es otro tema..

PD: Alguien noto la similitud entre IT, y Ronald? tengo miedo..

the first ronald mc donald looked really spooky. he sure caught up with time with the latest cosmetical techniques….

just when we thought we fiends can scare the world, someone has already done so.

If you’ve ever wanted to know what attention deficit disorder is like, imagine this going on over and over in your head while someone is trying to talk to you.

via: Boing Boing

What happens when a good idea degrades into chaos and insanity

Terrorism , paranoia and police state!

I have been quite reticent to write some of the items in the next few stories.
Firstly because I want to protect my old acquaintances and I worry that if MI5 or the FBI or Interpol or someone reads this that they will go berserk and want to find and arrest people.
***So all I will say to all you people who might be from any of those agencies is that all these events happened 23 or so years ago. All the people involved are either now completely law abiding or have had some form of psychiatric treatment. In 2007 we /they are no threat to any government or members of the public or to anyone at all.So calm down!

We are living in strange paranoid times. In the late 60s and 70s the London I grew up in was full of bombs. As a child I used to wake up regularly from some kind of explosion in the middle of the night. There were letter bombs and car bombs and bombs left in plastic bags in London and throughout the country mainly by the IRA but also by the PLO and others.In case the reader is too young to remember , Lord Mountbatten a public figure , famous as a soldier and member of the Royal Family , Prince Charles’ great-uncle and mentor was killed off the Irish coast by a bomb on his boat along with other members of his family and crew. Can you imagine the response if a member of the Royal Family was killed now. They would have to question every Muslim under 30 in the country!
There would be mass panic and 24 hour coverage on the news.
There were countless attacks on Britain by the IRA. The US government were often unsympathetic to these attacks.
Another case in point was the Brighton bombing in 1984 where the government were directly attacked at the Brighton Party conference. Five people died and several permanently disabled as a result, 34 others injured.
Now the daughter of one of the ministers killed in the blast Jo Berry who is an acquaintance of mine campaigns all over the world for peace. She has allied herself with the IRA bomber himself and both now campaign against terrorism and for peace. Whatever your opinion is on this matter , one has to admit it’s quite an achievement and can only inspire other former enemies to find a different way of bringing about change.

However if you watch the news these days you’d think we had never had a terrorist threat before in this country and that somehow we must live with constant surveillance and with extra police powers , and that we must at all times be scared and suspicious.
I understand that possibly the plans of Al-Qaeda are to cause devastation on a much bigger scale than for instance the IRA, and I understand that September the 11th was a terrible crime against humanity. I’m a pacifist and believe that violence just creates retaliation and more violence. I am not on the side of terrorists of any kind however I do think now part of our brainwashing is to leap on and kill anyone subversive in case they could be a terrorist threat. It’s Carte Blanche for the authorities to suppress and destroy any little group of subversives they come across and young people today are therefore not only apathetic about politics but also the ones who do protest put their lives at risk. Maybe that’s always been the case and young people were braver before.
It strikes me that a lot of the protests done by young people I know of is through ” partying” in public places or in ways that are unusual. These are protests but they are not overtly political but it’s certainly better than nothing and less risky to those involved.However the wonderful Circle Line parties , which I was lucky to take part in once, have been stopped because the Spacehijakers were worried about people getting taken for terrorists and harmed by the police. All we were doing was having a drink and a dance on the tube!
(only a few hundred of us on the same train).

My second reservation for telling you the following stories is because I do not want the readers to lose sight of the original message. The Anti-Media message is a vitally important one. It is anti-corporate, anti-advertising, anti-brainwashing to buy products we do not need at a time when the planet can no longer sustain our levels of production and consumption.
The Anti-Media message could almost be equated with Anti-Stupidity and thinking for yourself. However you will read in some of the following stories why I left it all got too extreme for me. However they are still great stories and I love to tell them. We weren’t terrorists , we were only challenging modern culture in our little ways. But still once explosives were involved I had to quit.
Have I mentioned at least three times that I am a pacifist? Good, then I will continue on a lighter note…

Odds and Ends
Some More Anti-media Stories

The Kidnap of Ronald Mac Donald

There was a plan to kidnap Ronald Mac Donald.
At children’s birthday parties at Mac Donald’s they often had a member of staff dressed as Ronald Mac Donald clowning around to entertain the kids. There was an Anti-Media plan to kidnap one and hold him for ransom.
A couple of years ago I bumped into Richard and asked him if this had ever taken place .
He told me there had been an attempt at this. They were a really nice bunch of people and although they often had pretty crazy plans they were too nice to ever do anyone any harm. They had modified their kidnap plan and instead they infiltrated Mac Donald’s and one of them got a job there and volunteered to do the children’s party dressed as Ronald McDonald.
As he was doing the party they pulled up a van outside and bungled him into the back and then sent a letter telling Mac Donald’s of various anti-media demands to be met or they wouldn’t see Ronald again. The plan failed because Mac Donalds ignored the letter and other bunglings. The guy quit but they may have made some kind of film of it somewhere.

The Mess-Age Magnet

Hogan and Howard had asked me if I wanted to contribute something to their Anti-Media magazine ( a contradiction in terms) called the Mess-age Magnet. When I asked them what kind of things they wanted me to write they told me to write anything. I like anarchic organisations of all sorts where you are given trust, freedom and responsibility. It brings out the best in me.
I didn’t know what to write. This must have been in 1985 while we were still doing Anti-Media events.
Every summer myself, Michael and our son would go off to free festivals. That year was particularly interesting as the free festival scene and the country was changing.
The scene had changed because it was growing and Magaret Thatcher was calling us all
” medieval brigands” although I think the most illegal thing we did on our travels was to sell excellent tea, real coffee and pancakes at a very cheap price from our makeshift cafe without a license . We were even parked on land where it was legal to do so, but the government changed the laws so that The Stonehenge Festival became illegal, and other festivals on sites where there had been traditional fairs, and squatting rights, common land laws etc..were all changed so that our little peaceful free festivals became illegal. As they became illegal the people who went to them changed too. But that’s another story.
In 1985 on our travels from festival to festival we landed at The Cantlin Stone festival. It was one of the happiest times of my life. We were travelling with other groups of hippies in little tribes to deserted places and living off common land, collecting wood, the children who were not wild as they were at some festivals were playing together exploring the hills and countryside around from sunrise to sunset. Every single person I met at Cantlin Stone had interesting tales to tell. Many had come from Hull and other northern towns. Some told us they had been unemployed for several years due to the closing down of different industries and had decided that instead of being on the dole and living in a city full of desolation and junkies that they had chosen to take to the open road, living on buses and in teepees. It was an idyllic lifestyle. I was never lonely, I always felt supported, so happy and so rich in the company of so many benevolent and highly intelligent and colourful interesting people. We were living without TV or newpapers or news and we were very happy.
Therefore it was while I was at Cantlin Stone, perched up on a hill of heather and woods which the forester had shown me was damaged by acid rain, that I wrote about my time there and how our whole sense of selves changed from being away from TV and all sources of news. In fact we probably were in the news if not at that festival then at others we travelled to that summer without our knowledge.
My contribution to the magazine was only 2 pages long. The rest were collages of newspaper and magazine clippings and cartoons with scrawled comments on various issues such as” Is Modern Life Rubbish?“, ” Dress like the pig you are“, “If you think home-taping is killing music you know nothing in either ear.“, ” Love me less, respect me more”.
There were articles about many issues:

” ANTImedia seeks GURLS to contribute to magazine and performances. a GURL regards her environment with contempt and distrust..she is fed up of seeing her contemporaries hanging around with men who are fashion conscious cool and hedonistic….GURLS don’t like the media one bit.”

Another page had a ten step programme ( with 13 steps of course) .They are a bit dated as now it would be computers and computer games and social networking sites and cds and dvds they would avoid as well as TV. Also men with pony tails were quite slimy and trendy at the time and Walkmans were the latest thing…but anyway.

TEN STEPS

1. Turn down the volume on your television during advertisements

2. Turn off altogether

3. Sell television ( and/or all modern conveniences such as expensive hi-fi , or extensive record collection).

4.Cancel standing subscriptions to any daily/weekly/monthly magazines

5.Avoid high neon low life restaurants and take away diners.

6. Avoid high streets and shops bigger than the size of a living room.

7. Allow not your gaze to wander onto street adverts, thus immediately disarming the use of said items.

8. Make a stencil and disfigure the above adverts and invent other creative ideas to occupy yourself positively during your newly found creative life.

9. Tell your friends and discuss anti media ideas with them.

10. Lose them

11. Avoid all modern so called culture.

12. de centralize anti-media by forming your own groups

13. With your new capital from abstaining from bad goods, finance anti-media housing, transport, publications, etc..like buying a pair of garden shears to clear obstacles from underground trains, such as ponytails and walkman leads .
Take the ten steps and your life can only be Improving.”

A flat in Bloomsbury and the Telecom Conspiracy

Hogan had a flat in Bloomsbury and I was invited to come to an anti-media meeting there to discuss various plans.
Hogan used to live there in a media free zone. I remember him telling me he’d met this homeless guy , who I think was an alcoholic and allowed him to move in for a while for free.
Hogan, Richard and Andy were there plus myself and my son.
During the meeting I needed to make a phone call. By the phone there was a window and what I thought was a telescope next to it . However you didn’t need a telescope to see the BT tower. It had been the Post Office Tower but we were living in an era where the Thatcherite government was privatising public companies. The GPO( General Post Office) had split and now we had British Telecom sold off in shares along with British Gas, British Rail etc.. It is hardly surprising that anti-corporate anti-media would have resented the newly renamed Telecom Tower and all the publicity in launching the British Telecom brand.
I saw a jar by the phone which was full of coins and I assumed it was to go towards the phone bill. So I offered to pay for my call and put some money in the jar.
However as I offered to put in ten pence for the bill they told me that each time someone made a call the money was not going to pay British Telecom but to buy explosives to blow up the Telecom Tower. I then looked at the telescope again and I think they were going to use it as some kind of rocket launcher and it was pointed straight up at the Telecom Tower a couple of streets away.

If you haven’t already done so please read my note above ***.

Anyway I rejoined the meeting not sure if this was a joke but my head was swimming and I knew I needed to rethink my involvement with them. Later they gave me and my son a lift home. I have never been so scared in the back of a car. Richard had just learned to drive and had a full license but Andy was driving with a provisional license. The drive was very scary and I seem to remember us going the wrong way up one-way streets and through red lights etc..My son was oblivious and I rediscovered a long-lost belief in God as I prayed we would make it home. After a while Richard said to Andy casually ” So when’s your first driving lesson?”.
After this I reflected and I knew that although my friends were lovely and I agreed with their challenging the media and mass consumerism that somewhere along the line there was a screw loose and marbles gone a-missing.
I still didn’t know if they were joking about the explosives but I knew I would not be part of it anymore. Pooing shit on the TV is one thing( see previous post about crap on the tv), saving up for explosives and my son’s safety were another. It had got too extreme for me.

Exploding Jimmy Tarbuck

About a week or so after that in the rush hour along one of London’s busiest roads they exploded something. There was a huge billboard of Jimmy Tarbuck’s face grinning next to a giant 3 D microwave. In the microwave oven there was a 3D rotating turkey. It was a whole 3D installation, trying to persuade people to roast their turkeys at Christmas in a newly available microwave oven.
They put an incendiary device behind the turkey and it exploded to the amazement of people caught in rush hour traffic. They immediately then called the fire brigade as the billboard was catching fire. No one was hurt, Jimmy Tarbuck’s huge grinning face remained intact.Please see note *** above!

Russell and his explosions

Russell poor lad was one of the anti-media crew I knew less well than the others. I had been out for a drink with him and others once in Hampstead . I barely knew Russell and a couple of others I have not mentioned as they did not perform at the Anti-media Pentameters events or come to Dead Dog promotions /Treatment gigs..( see previous entries in blog for Pentameters events).

When I met him , Russell was shy and quiet, he looked a bit like a young Bob Dylan but wearing some kind of chunky hand-knitted jumper with pictures on it. I thought he looked like the kind of repressed kid who might have been bullied as a child. Russell got a kick from exploding things. Hogan and Richard had told me a few tales about Russell’s behaviour before he finally got psychiatric treatment.
Hogan had left the flat in Bloomsbury and shared a house with Russell for a while. In order to entertain themselves they started to paint furniture and objects in the house, then the carpet was painted. I think Hogan was trying to find something therapeutic for Russell to do as his mental state was clearly worrying. Then Russell took it a stage further and started to set fire to things around the house, he even put lighter fuel on the lawn and set fire to that.
By then Hogan started to realise this was no longer “anti-media art” but simply lunacy and couldn’t live with him anymore. Richard had also told me a story where they were visiting Russell’s parents and he suddenly let off an incendiary device in their living room. He told the others to run and drive off but their car wouldn’t start and eventually being in the middle of a remote part of Scotland and without mobile phones, they had to go back into the parent’s house. They helped them with the damage and then called the AA waiting for them in the family home Russell had just tried to destroy.
Please read note ****

Epilogue

So that is the story of Anti-Media or what I can remember of it.
It went from idealism into anarchy and insanity but the idealism without the insanity is what we need now. We need to counteract the power and morals of the media, advertising and corporate thinking if this planet is ever to have any hope of a future. But not with bombs, explosives or violence but with words and thoughts and hopefully communities collaborating away from media and advertising intervention.

So where are they now?
I bumped into Richard at The Notting Hill Arts Centre where he was DJing. As well as being a DJ and he also set up his own record label and worked for a couple of other independent labels and a music project involving a member of Blur. I asked him if he had talked to anyone from Blur about them using our slogan “Modern Life is Rubbish”. He told me that a few years back they had written to Sony records to complain that they were using our slogan without our permission but didn’t get a reply. He said he might mention it again in the future.

I bumped into Hogan a few years ago in an Oxfam shop in Drury Lane where I was working . He still buys his clothes in Oxfam shops. He had a couple of adoring women in tow. He looked exactly the same and hadn’t changed in 20 years, neither has Richard. Hogan told me he was now working as a documentary maker and had just made a series for the BBC.

I last saw Leonie and Om together as a happy couple at a blues gig at the George Robey opposite The Rainbow in Finsbury Park before Club Dog moved there. He was playing harmonica on stage with a blues/garage band with other friends of mine including Clive and Adam from Treatment. Leonie was expecting a baby.

The other Anti-Media people I have never seen again.
As for me I live in Notting Hill and I write and teach music and recently started writing blogs in response to my son’s request and a guy from Wigan who wanted some stories about completely different things but which involved some of the same community. Next Monday more ranting and a new chapter “The Chainsaw Party” .

(that’s me that is!)