Showing posts with label rough trade records. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rough trade records. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Trump Trade





I'm impressed with Trump's efforts to create jobs. It's an hour long and only a thousand people have bothered to watch it on Youtube, but it's the kind of content I like to research, when forming an opinion of people. There's much I disagree with Trump on but I'm say (sic) he has my support. I believe he is authentic. The real deal.

The simple guiding rule for me is no longer the left right labelling. It is the toxic MSM view of a person. 

If they hate Corbyn, then I like him. 

They hate Trump, so I support him.

There's a lot going on behind the scenes that gives many of us hope.

Thursday, 1 November 2007

Real or not real?

Charlie Gower over at Tantramar and I visited the Ephemera fair a few weekends ago and it was brilliant. Lots of classic printed material such as in-flight magazines from the 50's or telephone marketing from the 1930's and more. We met a bunch of faces we knew including Cookie from Made In England, who I recognised by his mustache as you would expect. I also met the fine chaps Rory and Mark from Fairbrand who kept us company down to Brick Lane after, where Charlie and I were up for a curry. I like this area of London at the weekends.

In the restaurant Charlie pulled out his fake hand waving act which I managed to catch on camera. You gotta be quick as Charlie only does this on special occasions. Is it real or not?

Then we ducked into Rough Trade Records to check out the latest DJ Kicks by Booka Shade who I'm usually nuts about, but on this occasion it wasn't floating my boat, particularly since that DJ from the lost weekend pointed out that Booka Shade is (slow drum roll) 'slow Trance' (Gulp). Fortunately the Pan Pot Panorama were working their magic so that compensated nicely.

By the time we bailed out of Rough Trade, it was looking darker and feeling even more vibrant at night. This part of London is seemingly fully loaded with Japanese and Koreans, which suits me just fine. Or at least appeals to the Orientalist in me.

It wont be long now but London really is a special city as I hope this quick panorma over the Thames suggests. I'll miss it no doubt, but only in the same way that old friendships are always enjoyed so much more after some time away. If indeed I will ever really come back. (Cue sentimental music)