Here’s the Time Out London piece, clipped from their website:
A larger version of the photo is here.
Full article online here.
Strange that they didn’t use a full-length photo, having asked about my shoes and trousers.
One of ‘London’s trendiest fashionistas’? If so, it’s only in the way Peter Sellers’s character in ‘Being There’ is an influential politician.
There was a letter in the magazine the following week:
“Let me get this right. The hottest underground trends in town are… a variety of ponces wearing silly clothes!… Thankfully I am off to see The Fall in Cricklewood, now that’s what I call alternative.”
Never mind me being the anachronistic one: who uses words like ‘ponce’ these days, outside of that scene in ‘Withnail & I?’
Anyway, I don’t think The Fall are exactly strangers to ‘ponces in silly clothes’, given they once collaborated on a ballet with Michael Clark and Leigh Bowery: gentlemen who rather make me look like Chuck Norris.
In the last few months, without lifting a finger to hustle or promote myself, I’ve been featured by The Penny, Inside Out, The Enfield Advertiser, BBC TV and Time Out (several times now).
For better or worse, in some of these instances I feel slightly mistaken for what I’m not. I feel they haven’t quite ‘got’ me. But why should they? There is no reason to feature me at all. As ever, I look more famous than I really am. Until I have something to point to, like a book or an album or a produced script – with decent distribution and marketing behind it, mind- I suppose this is the way it has to be. A club night host, and an online diarist.
But the latter isn’t ‘enough’ by itself, while the former isn’t really my calling. If I took it seriously and put the hours in, I could make The Beautiful & Damned into a proper, paying hit event – even a franchise – given the attention it’s generated as a laid back hobby night on a Thursday night in Zone 3. I could move it to a more central location, book live acts, get in guest DJs, spend money on glossy flyers, even make a career of it. But that isn’t really me, either. I’m better at being a guest than a host. I need something else to point to.
Soon, I hope.
