Hammer of Cunts

I last saw him propping up the bar before a "Feelgood" gig in a British Legion in Mid-Wales. He didnt look happy/well/sober. They were selling b&w photo-copied posters from the Speeding through Europe tour; it was all rather sad. He died soon after.

"I told you I was ill..."

No, but he had a row on stage with a couple of HAs.

Wilko left Dr F in about '75 and didn't really do much else of any interest until the Daltrey collab. He used to crop up in the afternoon at festivals. The last time I saw him was at the Bulldog Bash and they were crap. He was basically Mick Green, on acid, with a psycopathic stare, The Feelgoods were about as good as live Rock has ever got.

In a black suit.

Stupidity was the only album that I ever wore out and replaced. I've still got the free single that came with the first copy. And a commemorative Rizla packet. There's a very good DVD called Going Back Home.

Are you still at school?

I have no interest in either football or LBGTnonsense, but I do like a bit of shit-stirring. Why can't they just wear the things and let the ban go ahead? FIFA's going to look a bit silly, trying to hold a footy competition with no players.

Does he play in The Wo?

I think the Arts Council gave him a few quid to paint a shed in Yorkshire or something.

It's all a load of schwitters.

That's the whole point of abstract art. As Tracy Emin remarked about some of her sketches stolen from a bin: "It's not art until I say it is." Like Duchamp's "Fountain"

The same applies to almost all of the "creative sector". If the only judges of quality are ones peers, accolades and recognition are given on the basis of a kind of social credit system. The more enthusiastically one plays the game, the higher the rewards and the merry-go-round keeps turning. Alternately there is the Rowling treatment for those who disagree with whatever tripe happens to be the current cause celebre. Those whose cannot make the "art" go into arts management, a sewer of backbiting, nepotism and incompetence where nonentities are shunted from job to job, without ever being challenged over their obvious failures. Walk into any provincial arts centre and spot the evidence.

Plagiarism would never happen in the art world. At least it actually exists, unlike a "non-fungible token". There's an amusing film on Amazon called Made You Look about this nonsense. Once the aspect of actual artistic ability is removed from the equation, anyone can produce perfect new Rothkos, Pollocks etc: no-one can reliably authenticate them as there is no discernable technique or skill involved in their creation. The whole modern art world seems to be a circle of self-deception and mutual ego buffing.

The penis mightier than the sword.

I'll get back to you on that, I'm just polishing up my pork sword.

Essex police have run out of the vegan option in their detention centres. The next time they use street furniture to show off, maybe they could be bombarded with offal. Does anyone know anybody with a spam-cannon?

How come you have only just noticed?

Despite having been invented by, mostly, Indians and Arabs.

Nah, I read it on the back of a posh orange juice carton.

But very much comminutative.

Yeh, and they keep trying to pull down his statue.

Is that the Lee Kerslake from Uriah Heep?

What colour is your stepdaughter?