THOUGH, ON A MORE, BANAL NOTE… ‘THAT OLD OUTLAW’ BY DEMON’S CLAWS IS PLAYING.

I WAS GONNA END THIS ON THE MORAL HIGH GROUND… WITH AN ANTI-FASCIST BLOG POST REGARDS THE EASY GOING NATURE OF WHITWORTH AND ROSSENDALE AS A WHOLE.

SADLY;  NO ONE DOCUMENTS THE OBVIOUS.

AS THIS BLOG POST HAS NOW CEASED TO BE… IT IS A DEAD FISH… PLEASE MAY I DIRECT YOU TO THE NEWLY CREATED WHITWORTH ARCHIVAL BLOG POST – PART TWO.

WWW.JONNYWINGNUT.WORDPRESS.COM

IT SHOULD BE UP AN RUNNING TOMORROW OR TONIGHT… OR SATURDAY…

NOT THAT MY ARCHIVAL STUFF IS OF INTEREST…

THOUGH DEMON’S CLAWS  ’BEHIND THE BARN’ IS A WORTHY TUNE.

P.S. ONE CAN’T ACCESS THE BLOG POSTS FOR SOME REASON.

SUCH IS LIFE.

I WILL HAVE TO BEGIN ANOTHER SITE SOMEWHERE ELSE.

SO, FOR YOUR OWN REFERENCE – THIS IS A GOOD READ FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DISLIKE THE FEIGNED PROFESSIONALISM OF ONE’S PEERS, LOVE THE SARCASM OF 3AM STRESSFUL PHOTOGRAPHY COMPILATION… ONE WILL LOCATE THE RAMBLINGS OF 5 SLEEPLESS DAYS AND NIGHTS ETC… IN A FIVE WEEK SUCCESSION… 25 SLEEPLESS NIGHTS AND DAYS OF THIS…

AND IN THE MEANTIME I WILL ATTEMPT TO LOCATE THE YAHOO/BROON WHO HATH BEEN HACKING INTO MY EMAIL AND BLOG ACCOUNTS ETC… OR PERHAPS YE KNOW HIM… OR HER?

THIS HAS BEEN A MEDIOCRE ASSIGNMENT – IN THAT I COULD HAVE CREATED MORE IMAGERY. “HE JUST SHOOTS, HE DOESN’T CONSIDER. QUALITY OVER QUANTITY…”

AUSTERE STREETS ARE HARDLY TIME CONSUMING….

AND YES, SHANGHAI AND FOMAPAN ARE THE FILMS TO USE…

SPEND 5 DAYS SLEEPLESS AND THEN SEE HOW IRRITATING YOUR BEST FRIENDS ACTUALLY ARE.

FRIENDS? WHAT FRIENDS?

AS FOR THE NEW IMAGES… THEY’RE QUITE BEAUTIFUL FOR SUTCLIFFE IMAGES, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.

THIS IS DUE, NOT TO THE INFLUENCE OF NOSTALGIA, BUT TO PALPABLE MEMORIES ACCOMPANYING THESE OLD SCENES… THE FLANEUR HATH RISEN AGAIN…

INDEED; THE MEMORIES KEPT SEALED THEREABOUTS HAVE BEEN LET LOOSE.

THE PAPER I BOUGHT HASN’T COMPLIMENTED THE IMAGERY AT ALL…. MY DARKROOM TECHNIQUE IS MEDIOCRE.

I AM A MAN IN HIS 30′S AND I AM THICK AS PIG SHIT.

THE PRINTS I HAD PRINTED OUT ON THE LIBRARY DIGITAL MACHINE ARE A TAD… SHITE, TO PUT IT BLUNTLY.

DO I READ?

CAN I READ… WOULD BE MORE APT.

do you know these negs which are in such a shoddy condition have produced images that some art-phags would die for – in that they have an aesthetic all their own – neither kitsch snapshot nor are they overly contrived pictures (pre/post production).

that said… i don’t recall getting an invite to this guy’s wedding… i’m sure he got wed.

apparently; there’s another important calendar date to remind oneself of.. then again – judging by the last royal wedding outcome… as i say, i have no opinion regards the royals – i’ve no idea what they do or what satisfaction they get from life… i suppose the olds will be watching… is it on television?

as i contemplate my bellybutton, listening to the door-slamming cerebrally deficient arsehole who likes to bang about upon the floor above, who may get a punch if he doesn’t quit it… o, as i write s/he has begun to slam about downstairs now… students; don’t you just hate them?

apparently i am a patronising fucker for saying my fellow students are too young to engage with… well ok then… what’s it to be: beer keller, strip club, whizz or comedy club? what do youthful academics do of an evening which so outstrips my reading of literature and taking a quiet pint in the company of myself?

as can be seen in the film footage i have in my possession – school sport’s days from the 70′s onwards were a spectacle.

damn apathy.

as for school and university… well, believe it or not, the folk here are far more overbearing than you’d think. the police are far more crazier and the amount of resources wasted is phenomenal.

as i say, instead of wasting all that money, give me a better standard of living.

though i must say perhaps student life wouldn’t be too taxing if i was with folk my own age… or rather not amongst post-pubescent youths who remind me that one cannot recapture one’s youth by fucking it.

amazing how young folk can remind one how one didn’t do the activities they are partaking of when one was their age.

i think i was as i am now – loner stoner with a penchant for gigs and an over protective attitude to the music i enjoy – i.e. make your own musical journey, you light-weights!

then again… can anyone explain the weird phenomena of computer/cyber spatial absurdity? there are mac rooms where one can utilize the facilities – tis what we pay our money for etc… weird student types bring their portable lap-tops to the computer rooms, sit at a desk and use their lap-tops…?????????!!!!!???XXXXXXX???????????!!!******@@@@@

as for the images:

i take it they are of ray partaking of his sports

and ray – again – partaking of an older sibling’s mithering?

i was given a piece of pizza! wow!

was he measuring out coffins, do you think?

what do we get for our trouble and pains?

are you old folk still going out and giving talks on other members of the community?

i wouldn’t take it personally, i don’t trust anyone.

as for fashion students… seems they aren’t allowed to contact me… or aren’t allowed to organise photo-shoots with me… which amounts to the same thing.

then again… i thought: naww; my work’s crap.

today i should have quit.

but i didn’t.

listening to selfish cunt. a band. a supposed punk band. is there such a thing as punk nowadays?

and these negs i have had developed for mo are rank… but taken as aesthetic items they are quite engaging. these images are somewhat unintentionally trippy.

they guys in this image are ray, keith and ?

mo – again!

these negs haven’t been tampered with by myself… as they were about 15 year old films awaiting a developer… they have a bubblegum, saccharine quality to them.

as a bloke who has yet to get any kip and when he attempts to sleep he is awoken by slamming doors… by some madman or other… has been very gracious with his time and patience would now like to see if he can rest awhile…

though the dissertation beckons.

the library of all places is supposed to print my images for the client brief… supposedly.

copyright:stanley kubrick – www.theshining.com       nov 2010

the harden brothers…

d’you know, once upon a time, i would have really wanted to own one of those frilled shirts. but now? now i’m not so sure. at least their pants didn’t have embroidered floral designs scrawled upon them. as my girly jeans once had scrawled upon them… though mo is now into the old cross-stitch embroidery scenarios… perhaps she should attempt a morris/burne-jones tapestry?  look them up on the web.

whitworth is that kinda town.

is it snowing outside? i do not know.

i’m also listening to can to keep my pecker up and such things… to keep away the tired old cobwebbed eyes… i will no doubt hit rock bottom – later today or early tomorrow…

hitting the wall… what?

ok, from left to right… paulchris; dog; richard; rachel (my sister); myself (jonathan p sutcliffe with sandwich); my cousin (gary aka bumble-bee); and i think it’s lee… it is! it’s lee!

as for personal histories… it aint for me to say… speaking on my own behalf, myself deathly pale and asthmatic – and hating you all for it… i have nothing to impart, no story to tell.

chrispaul and his brother richard – paulchris looking somewhat startled… is he carrying a handbag? and, although my senses inform me those are ear lobes… he does look like he’s got some large button ear pieces fixed to his flappers… one could imagine chrispaul as some form of infant ramones pop star… speedfreak!

paulchris; mo (his mother) and richard (his brother)… out back – enjoying the current-bun (sic) i.e. sun.