I’m about to move house. Some days I think it’s a great decision. Some days not. Yesterday I wondered what on earth I was doing. Today I’m raring to get on. I don’t think that there is anything as frustrating as the house buying system and it’s worse because we are all so used to immediate gratification.
Want to listen to music? You don’t even have to download the latest album – just stream it. Fancy a read, when you’ve a spare five minutes waiting in the car? Just whip out your smartphone and carry on reading where you left off. Need to fill your cupboards? Half an hour of browsing the virtual shelves and all done and dusted – just wait for the van to roll up with your your bags of goodies and, ok, loo roll.
But the house moving palaver. Nothing immediately gratifying about that. You can’t just browse the virtual property shelves, choose the one you fancy, add it to your basket and have yourself delivered to it. I wish!
I think I have formaphobia – I can’t stand the things. Give me a form to fill in and I’ll go and do any smelly old job instead.
Get past the basics and you’re immediately hit by a question that just doesn’t apply to you and you don’t know where to find the answer without ringing someone and this can be a bit difficult at 2am which is when I usually get around to filling them in. Maybe that’s just me …..
In May soul and funk singer, Omar performed as part of Museums At Night in Grimsby Minster. What a fabulous venue it is. They hold all kinds of events there from craft fairs to classical concerts and even a heavy rock carol concert at Christmas. Brilliant. Artist Gill Hobson had one of her Lightlines installations there and it looked fabulous.
I had my on-the-door-ticket-collecting hat on that night. I seem to have turned into one of those people that pop up in various guises in different places. It’s a bit like Mr Benn walking into the Fancy Dress Shop and walking out in a different outfit towards a different adventure.
I remember going out, when I was about fourteen and buying Sound Of The Suburbs by punk band The Members. I had a thing about coloured vinyl and picture discs and I can be a bit of a berk at times. I thought Sound Of The Suburbs was a picture disc but it was actually clear plastic and the picture was on the inside of the back of the sleeve. I got over it though.
My fourteen year old self would have found it a little on the strange side to find JC Carroll, Chris Payne, Nick Cash and Nigel Bennett devouring breakfast around my dining table the morning after the recent Members gig at The Yardbirds, Grimsby. No rooms were trashed, no TVs flung out of windows (phew!) and they turned out to be really polite and quiet chaps and excellent overnight guests. I thoroughly enjoyed the gig with support from Scunthorpe band Dynamite Dynamite and The F***wits from Sheffield. You can find all these bands on Facebook.
I went along to see the Final Degree Show at Grimsby Institute. Lots of great work but the stand out for me, was the installation by Jason Lee entitled Come In Do, after one of the first lines spoken by John Christie in the 1970 film 10 Rillington Place which was Jason’s main inspiration for this complex piece of work. In one of those weird connections, one of the stars was former Grimsby School of Art student, the actor, John Hurt.
Christie, the resident of 10 Rillington Place, was a quiet, bespectacled, transport clerk who committed 8 gruesome murders. His victims entered his house but were never to leave alive. Many of the murders took place in the kitchen and Jason recreated this room in a way that drew upon the actual reality, as well as the filmic qualities – where things are props and not always as they appear to be. With his mix of made from scratch and found objects, many manipulated, I felt a little like a child with a curiosity that had to be sated.
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