Monday, 23 February 2009

Tell yu what yeah,
Have you ever had one of them really busy days
I'm talking about the 12 hours of workshops in 2 different cities, 
50 cups of coffee and a pack and a half of bacco, 90 miles on road kind of days. 
Well yu know ain't nothing more refreshing at 
the end of one of these kind of days than 
half a bag of mixed cans.

Costs £3.50/£3.60 
(depending on whether they're 50p or 60p) 
and yu get half a bakers dozen (6/7)



Drink 'em wi'yu cheese-on/beans-on eh.

Saturday, 21 February 2009

Birthday Suit.

It was my Birthday t'other week.
Below is a picture of my favorite Birthday Present.
Nuff said.
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Thanks Nat x
You know me so well.

Friday, 20 February 2009

I'm retracting that retraction

Right yu know the whole thing about the me not making it to the radio and it all being my fault?
Well Fuck that shit.
I ain't in the wrong on this one.
It all comes down to this woman.


Jen Roberts

Look if your a poet/musician/comic then heed the name cos I reckon this woman is out to rip you off.

This is the woman who runs the 2-bit piece of shit radio station that don't fucking exist and if it does don't get any fucking listeners 'sept for folks tuning in to be disappointed that I ain't onit.

Well last night I done a gig for her again. (I know, I must have dickhead written on my forehead).
But seeing as how I've not performed both the last 2 times I was supposed to be in London I figured this time I had to do it. Either that or get a reputation. 

Anyway the gig its self was at the Library on Upper Street. Crazy thing for me is that this venue is on the corner of my Auntie and Uncles street. Small World eh. I didn't ring 'um cos I figured they'd of seen the flyers etc what with it being like 45 seconds from their front door.

So I've arrived met this woman and sat down to write a set list. To be honest there were maybe 25-30 people in the venue and probably about 40% of them were there for the event. The rest, as far as I could tell looked like they'd come out because they like having poetry in the background as they talk really loudly about how cultured they are. Dicks.

I'd talked my mate Steve into filming my performance and had decided to do the whole set as a homage to Bernie Mac. 
"Straight off the bat, I ain't scared of you mother fuckers"

Turns out that's not what they wanted. In a moment of panic I tried to fall back on some A material (a joke about wanking off midgets), but again not what they were looking for.

Here's a video so you can see how much they weren't into it. Note the amount of other people talking over me eh.
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I'd managed to win a few people round by the end but generally they weren't into what I was doing. Still I only had to do fifteen minutes and Steve enjoyed it.

Sound of Rum were also performing on the bill and that's about 80% of why I agreed to do the gig. After the gig I was chatting to Kate Tempest (S.O.R) and it turns out neither one of us could remember making any arrangement about money. (I know, Dickheads init.)

Well i approached this Jen Roberts woman putting on my best gentleman's goloss all like 
"hi Jen I can't remember if we made an arrangement about money, am I invoicing you?"
She comes like "No we didn't make an arrangement about money and I've only just broken even so I'm afraid I can't give you anything."
I'm like, "sorry what do you mean?"
She's like "You should have made an arrangement about money before you came because we didn't make any money. what do you want me to do? pay you out of my own bank account?"
I'm like, "yeah you could at least cover my petrol that way I don't have to pay money out of My bank account for your night." 
She's like, "Well I didn't even know you were coming from Leicester."
I'm like "Yeah maybe on Tuesday but after the message you sent me regarding my blog and driving home etc,"
She's like, "Well you can't expect to get paid for gigs if your not, yu know, right up there. This is good promo for you."
I'm like "How's UK Slam Champion for right up there? How's 4 star reviews in the Sunday Telegraph? that up there is it? To be honest Luv I probably didn't need to drive all this way to promote my self to 25 people who are more concerned about being seen here than they are about listening to the acts, also I have family that live on this street and they usually travel all across London to watch me and my brother perform, If they're not here that's down to your promotion."

It was part way through this sentence that she just turned her back and started walking off and it was at that exact moment that I switched.
I'm like, "Oi, Oi, OI. Don't be just walking away from me mid fucking sentence"
But she did.
went and hid in the toilets for like half an hour. I waited in the bar and eventually she came out and went over to the bar manager. I watched her talk to him. I saw him take money from the till and give it to her. Then she walked over to me and Kate and she's all like "The Bar Man will give you both petrol money and I'll sort it out with him next month, I hope you're happy." Then she scuttled off no doubt to try and find her next mark.

Well anyway we waited about till like 1 in the fucking morning. (I was on at 8.45) 
Eventually when we are the only people left the bar manager comes over and asks us 
"What are you still waiting for?"
I explain what This woman said to me and he's like "No, I gave her the money for you from the till."
I went off a little bit but it weren't this geezers fault. Eventually he gave me and The Rums £15 each but that was only because he knew that if he didn't I wasn't leaving.

Brass Tacks.
If you're a poet, and a woman called Jen Roberts tries to book you for an event called behind the mic, then do us a favor.
 Agree to do the gig and on the day don't show up. If you do this I'll give you £10. 
Trust me that's £10 more than you'll get out of Blood-Stone Roberts

and Jen if you're reading this and I hope to fuck that you are then I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you to go fuck yu self you pretentious vacuum of shit. Oh and fuck your piece of shit nobody's-ever-heard-of radio show an all. That's what I think.



Tuesday, 17 February 2009

This is not a retraction

In regards to my blog about the radio last night.

My second cousin half removed Tom has pointed out that I should have just called the lady runing the show.
He's right. The whole thing was completely my fault.

Sorry.

War Magazine

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That's an article about Pillers in the first issue of the relaunched 

Here's a review I've sent them for the next issue.
See if they print it eh.




The Man in The Mirror
By John Berkavitch

Have you heard the expression Turkish Cousins? 
It’s when instead of actually touching each other, 
a man and woman just watch each other masturbate.
 
See I was keen to try it and I'd heard about this technique 
for stand-up-show-wanking, (wanking for an audience). 
In the absence of any woman willing to consent to my experiment 
I used a mirror, but the basic principals are the same. 
Here’s the theory. I stand naked with my left side facing the mirror 
and grip my erect penis with my right hand. Holding the hand in place, 
I thrust with my hips simulating the action of sex. 
Basically fucking the hand.

That’s the pretence. The reality of it was very unsatisfying. 
It was a lot more tiring and time consuming than your standard wank 
and eventually I just gave in and finished off as usual. 
I also found the mirror very distracting. Looking at myself really 
brought home the reality of what I was doing and inspired feelings of 
disappointment, guilt and shame. So in that respect a lot like actual sex. 
I’ve been trying to put the whole thing behind me 
but still can’t make eye-contact with my reflection. 

Next month I plan to give myself a stranger. 

Long Drive to nothing

Yo,
Sposed to have a gig on't' Radio in London yesterday.
Yeah I drove down.
South London so 2 hours drive from Leggy.

The address I had was number 144.
I got to the building numbers 140-148, I rang all the buzzers and waited
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I continued to ring buzzers every couple of minutes for about half an hour then decided to drive home.

Yeah 2 hours back an all.

Turns out I was knocking on the wrong door, idiot.
The woman who runs it said I should have come to the side door.


I didn't know that till today.


Look, the long and short of it is that for a wile some people close to me have been calling me "No-Show-Berko" cos I tend to not show up to social somethings.
I'm not sure if I'm completely to blame this time, but I am pretty sure that as far as the radio listeners were concerned I was a No-Show. 
So now my side of it's out there eh, .

Sunday, 1 February 2009

Self portrait

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I've been doing quite a few of these.