Showing posts with label motorcycle taxi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motorcycle taxi. Show all posts

Thursday 8 August 2013

The Artist Taxi Driver Interviews George Galloway

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My only regret with George Galloway is he underestimates the synthetic dynamics of the Arab Spring and hasn't called out the 9/11 fiction. Neither has the Artist Taxi Driver who rudely cuts George off from answering the most profound question of our time. 

Is it worth it?

The answer is yes.

Monday 1 July 2013

The Queen of England's Jewel Encrusted Minge






The Queen has never once said anything interesting. She has never cried, laughed, hugged, joked or done anything that came close to human. She could be a robot minge and the British saps would lap her up and her paedophile James Bond MI6 films. They love it and one day they will choke on it.

Friday 3 May 2013

The Genius Social Commentary Of @ChunkyMark


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None of that celebrity seeking, ROTFLMAO, LOL shit the new agers are into even though it's passe 90's mIRC Yes I'm addressing you if Saturn is passing your asshole.

Thursday 2 May 2013

The Artist Taxi Driver on Boston False Flag






The artist taxi driver called it out as false flag straight away. As you may notice in the gif the so called bomb didn't scratch the postbox.

Wednesday 17 April 2013

Thatcher's Funeral - The Artist Taxi Driver




I find it astonishing that Amanda Thatcher talked about dark forces in power when her grandmother had known Satanic paedophile rapist Jimmy Savile as a house guest for eleven Christmases and promoted known paedophiles Leon Brittan, Peter Morrison and Derek Laud into senior positions on her team.

 The corporate media is silent.

Tuesday 9 April 2013

The Artist Taxi Driver - Thatcher Special Edition

 



Margaret Thatcher surrounded herself with paedophiles. Lord McAlpine (Party Treasurer), Leon Brittan (Home Secretary), Peter Morrison (Private Secretary), Jimmy Savile (Guest at Checkers for Eleven Christmases) and Ken Clarke (Health Secretary).

If that was me who associated with this number of paedophiles I'm quite sure I'd be savaged on Twitter and yet the British people and British media are silent. Why?

Sunday 7 April 2013

How To Transfer Money From Public To Private Hands? - Why Austerity Of Course




There are only two artists that matter to me in British creative commentary. They are the Artist Taxi Driver and Banksy. They never put a foot wrong and see the world as I do. This is why their art is important and gives me strength. You can follow The Artist Taxi Driver on Twitter where he is known as @ChunkyMark

Saturday 22 September 2007

Mobile Life



Losing mobile phones is something I do so well that without wanting to come across as achieving enlightenment on a detachment level I think I’m entitled to say that for some time now each phone loss now feels as disappointing as say having a pint swiped in the pub. It happens, at least 20 times or more now. Yes it’s annoying but there’s no point beating myself up. I’m a complete loser (or champion winner) at losing stuff, and mobiles top the list.

It does feel beyond absurd though when I’ve resorted to calling my number once I get home, on the off chance I can retrieve it by negotiating with cab drivers to bring them back for a price that suits us all. Often they just switch it off once I start calling. Its me thats in negative equity, not them.

Haggling for something that belongs to the owner anyway is something everyone should try at least once in their life for the humility it fosters.

Some time back I also lost my Sony T1 camera and predictably a while later my mobile phone too. Some time late last year after all this; an amazing local Thai brand called i-mobile brought out a 5 mega pixel camera phone pretty much before anyone else so I thought I’d go for it. I lost that too eventually but not before many enjoyable attempts at experimenting with it.

Anyway, just before a trip to the middle Kingdom last week that I couldn’t Blog about because China is a bit fussy over Blogs, I unexpectedly met a cashier acquaintance at the new Boss Bar in Phrathunam, who I’d inflicted with some amateur photojournalism using the i-mobile 902 late last year. I promised to post the pictures I’d taken so here they are plus a few others (thats the girl on reception crashed out in the wee hours above, plus erm my foot ) from a phone that despite some shortcomings and an all too brief relationship was a brilliant bit of kit that makes me yearn to get back into the kind of spontaneous photography that only a mobile phone camera delivers comfortably.

The i-mobile 902 phone also had an FM radio, voice recorder, and mp3 player with speaker, blue tooth and few other features that I’ve probably forgotten about.


www.bedsupperclub.com

OK, I know Rob hates Bed Supperclub but its a great design and some mates DJ there on a Monday, plus we laugh at all the Friday and Saturday night cattle class clubbers just as much as him and usually turn up for the last hour to watch the preening set get silly on too much alcohol and questionable happy hardcore bollocks.