A few years ago I had just finished shooting a documentary at an HIVAIDS hospice outside of Lusaka where my father was volunteering as a medical supervisor The hospice was on the grounds of a catholic convent run by a Polish order of nuns and one afternoon Dad and I were asked into tea. In the living room was already ensconced a large bearded Catholic Father from Italy whose massive eyebrows were constantly twitching with chuckles and suppressed laughter. He […]
National Novel Writing Month
This morning I walked into a fist of bureaucracy kindly supplied by the Department of Work and Pensions. Not only does it ensure I remain in penury for several more months if not longer but it also emotionally knocked me flat on my back. Having been knocked down hard just last week by the non- job situation I decided not to bother getting up for a couple of days. Self Portrait: Tanvir Bush (c) 2008 ’I will just stay down […]
Pink Ball Blues
I bought a pink pilates ball. I blew it up and put it in front of the TV. The idea is that when I am watching endless amounts of mind numbing, soul zapping ,flab spreading, wibbling, rubbish; honing the shortness of my attention span and ensuring all my ethics, polices and global current affairs come filtered through the glib, greedy, greasy saturated fat of pressurised media methodology…any way when I am doing that..I get to work my core muscles at […]
Uphill
Yesterday I found myself striding over a grassy ridge with the wind in my hair and the sweat trickling down my back. I was finding it all a bit hard going as every time I paused for breath I was overtaken by corduroy clad pensioners. It was slightly disturbing. ‘You’re a bit red,’ said a woman speeding past whose hair retained shape even as the wind gusted past scattering crows and low flying squirrels. She was perfectly cool, her dentures […]
Not particularly mellow fruitfulness.
The world is in a very bad way. Proof? OK. Waitrose, the Glamorous Supermarket, has a new advert out. Carefully lit portrait shots of humps of bloody meat turning into Sunday roasts, fireplaces and hot pototoes, squally rain and cosy kitchen sponge cake makers… the famous Mersey side poet Roger McGough pottles on about seasons of mellow fruitfulness..only the riff, that sweet music mandolining and wheeling in the background is the Stranglers ‘Golden Brown’ which I believe is a sonnet […]
getting out of my head.
I apologise. Have been out of sorts this week..scratchy and irritable due to the fact I have been slightly more blinded (complications happen…they pass) and I am still waiting to hear on the job from 17th . As I didn’t hear on Friday I suspect I shall be getting the ‘Dear John’ letter next week. Ho hum. I couldn’t concentrate and my blogging kept descending into ranting. It had started low key along the lines..If this blog were a room […]
Pole…ish.
The woman on the make shift podium has got stuck half way through her ‘body ripple’. She has over intellectualised the move and stuck out her bum AND her breasts at the same time so setting up what should have been Newton’s second, (“F = ma: the net force on an object is equal to the mass of the object multiplied by its acceleration”) but now seems to be his third equation. (Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.” […]
Po tree in times of high alert.
In Case Of Emergency In case of emergencyBreak my glassI will salve, protect, smashcrash, bash, abolish… But Have you ever put backWhat youBroke out? Bugger isn’t it? (In Case Of Emergency: T. Bush (c) 2001)
No Joke.
I follow my young friend up the stairs and to the reception. My friend is a kind person, full of energy and enthusiasm and she has invited me to try out her boxercise class at the central gym but when I ask for my disabled discount at reception she makes a strange snorting laugh and says loudly to all around, ‘You’re kidding? If you can do the sport why should you get a discount? Why can’t I get a discount […]