I’m making a film. A virginal effort. I wrote an article for Who’s Jack last autumn. I was then invited on a press trip to India with Pants to Poverty. At this time, I was at the Frontline Club on a course with documentary Claire Lewis. I told her about the trip and she shoved [...]
Who would win in a fight between a baboon and a badger?
A question posed to the leader of the opposition, David Cameron, by the Brighton Argus.
He dodged the question then…but others are more forthcoming.
Among those who chose to tackle this Copernican question are: Stephen Fry, Adz from 5ive, Jon Snow, the cast of Skins, Noam [...]
Shake off those winter blustery blows with this.
Rock on….
as featured on Queen’s Absolute Greatest album
Bring out your inner lion with this Ethiopian delicacy…if you dare.
As served at what someone described as “the largest buffet I’ve ever seen in the poorest country I’ve ever been to”.
Allow me to be a bit smug with this little number:
Have just come back from India filming my first ever documentary (by filming, I mean shooting, producing, directing, presenting, editing, everything myself) on suicides, pesticides and fashion. Working title “Deadly White Gold”… same as the article I wrote for Who’s Jack this September.
At its height, up to 26 Indian cotton farmers a day were drinking [...]
After an enforced day off, I hauled my languid self to Ladbroke Grove to the Mutate Britain show for its private view. Knowing full well I wouldn’t get anywhere near seeing the art, I busied myself by fixing a grin on my face and calling people “darling”.
I did, however, catch up with a few old [...]
Despite the fact that photographs from the first day of the G20 protests in April 2009 show me astride an armoured personnel carrier in black bra and blue boiler suit with another woman straddling me in red stockings and lipstick heels, the Crown Prosecution Service has charged me and 10 others with impersonating police officers. [...]
It was at a party held in honour of a friends’ baby. The air mingled idealism with Afghan hash. And children – the spawn of the liberal. Some ran around naked, all were grotesquely cute and had names like Nova.
At parties like this, the conversation invariably turns to babies and pregnancies. I’m sure it’s lovely [...]
A few weeks ago, I went to an abandoned shell of a building in Tel Aviv to cover a show called “Kindred Times and Future Goodbyes” for Juxtapoz Magazine.
It was put on by arguably the best artists in that town’s street art scene – Know Hope, Klone, Zero Cents, and Foma.
Know Hope put me [...]
