That silly emotional water sign did a big fart on my heart on Sunday. It's a shame because my heart had been cleansed of all High Street evils and Chavery from a stunning cycle through the exo Kentish countryside. Fields of barley, cherry orchards and the wide blue sea had been the order of the day until we got back to....cue the demon knell... STRATFORD INTERNATIONAL.
AKA: The Three Gorges Dam in China.
It's dull, boring, on a non-human scale and just like in a prison, you have to be escorted out of there in a transfer shuttle. The scale of Stratford Internash is so unbelievably Communist Party of China, I literally couldn't get over it. Not even with 60 ladders. It really is the dullest place in the universe and I can honestly say I've never felt so starved of graffiti in my entire life. There aren't even any junkies walking around asking for 20 pence. I mean, come on man.
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Talk about idol worship, it even sort of resembles the Temple Mount right? This could be armageddon for real.
No dramas though, I had my jean shorts on, my Surfer Joe's and a bum bag, I could deal with it. I was 10 levels ahead of Westfields.
Try and deal with this though...
Pre movie entertainment courtesy of the Prince Charles. The screen edges had been pulsating neon, but I only managed to break out of the trance right at the end and caught this psychedelic snippet. Tripping out and falling victim to potential subliminal hypnosis is both a powerful AND enigmatic experience.
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Consuella, AKA Charlotte Rampling in Zardoz, would have loved that shit. She was mad for experimentating on people, or 'Brutals' as she called mere mortals.
Pictured here with May the Scientist, Consuella controls the mind of a 12 year old me with her eyeballs.
Shaz is genuinly not unlike her onscreen character you know. I had the fortune to be sat behind her once at an awards evening. I say fortune because I was obsessed with her in Zardoz. I had no idea she was sitting right behind me actually, so when I heard Stephen Fry announce her as the next speaker I was like "SHUT.....THE FU...wha? Is tha....SHUT TH...Ohmygod.....FUCKING worl...'d...........UP", spun my cranium a whole 180 degrees, and low and behold, the behemoth arose. Her cluster of French Buns expanding as she grew within my vision.
Sound and time stood still.
Then it moved, and...WHOOOOMP! Sonic-Boom the likes of which Lucasfilm can only dream of. Everyones eyes retreated into their craniums in humility.
AKA: The Three Gorges Dam in China.
It's dull, boring, on a non-human scale and just like in a prison, you have to be escorted out of there in a transfer shuttle. The scale of Stratford Internash is so unbelievably Communist Party of China, I literally couldn't get over it. Not even with 60 ladders. It really is the dullest place in the universe and I can honestly say I've never felt so starved of graffiti in my entire life. There aren't even any junkies walking around asking for 20 pence. I mean, come on man.
Talk about idol worship, it even sort of resembles the Temple Mount right? This could be armageddon for real.
No dramas though, I had my jean shorts on, my Surfer Joe's and a bum bag, I could deal with it. I was 10 levels ahead of Westfields.
Try and deal with this though...
Pre movie entertainment courtesy of the Prince Charles. The screen edges had been pulsating neon, but I only managed to break out of the trance right at the end and caught this psychedelic snippet. Tripping out and falling victim to potential subliminal hypnosis is both a powerful AND enigmatic experience.
Pictured here with May the Scientist, Consuella controls the mind of a 12 year old me with her eyeballs.
Shaz is genuinly not unlike her onscreen character you know. I had the fortune to be sat behind her once at an awards evening. I say fortune because I was obsessed with her in Zardoz. I had no idea she was sitting right behind me actually, so when I heard Stephen Fry announce her as the next speaker I was like "SHUT.....THE FU...wha? Is tha....SHUT TH...Ohmygod.....FUCKING worl...'d...........UP", spun my cranium a whole 180 degrees, and low and behold, the behemoth arose. Her cluster of French Buns expanding as she grew within my vision.
Sound and time stood still.
Then it moved, and...WHOOOOMP! Sonic-Boom the likes of which Lucasfilm can only dream of. Everyones eyes retreated into their craniums in humility.
I was like bitch no way....![]()
Hey Al.. Iain Sinclair talks about the monster that is Stratford olympic area in his book Ghost Milk. There's an interview here: http://www.archive.org/details/IainSinclairOnTheLondonOlympics
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