Author: jarminapple

Home of Pretension Quite ironic that I drafted this first real positive blog in the room where I spent many a lonely night and day in the period 1984-1987, at my Mum’s, on a weekend visit for my brother’s 50th birthday celebrations.  As you will have noticed my last few posts have been on the… Continue reading 'Jarmin Comes Alive n Kicking in the summer of 87' January 2020

Let’s get straight to the point, this is probably the most difficult blog I’ll ever write, but it is a necessary part of dealing with what happened during this stage of my life.  Over the previous blogs there’s been a common theme of the social isolation I was experiencing during my three years at Winchester… Continue reading ‘ARTHUR FOWLER, & JARMIN APPLE DOES THE CHRISTMAS BLUES’, December 1986

Mind and blown are words that I would use when first meeting Mr Gaudi's masterpiece, coming out of a Barcelona metro station in October 1986.  A rare magical moment in an otherwise depressing time of my life, but on a plus note it started a lifelong love affair with this architect and city. This was… Continue reading ‘JARMIN MEETS GAUDI’S UNFINISHED CRAZY STRUCTURE’ Autumn Half-Term 1986

Visiting my first architecture exhibition was like watching a porn film…tall erect structures.  This was the closest thing I got to sexual arousal in this period, as there was no internet or anything close to the real thing given my lack of confidence in this area.  My only social life was heated discussions around family… Continue reading ‘CUT STRAIGHT THROUGH THE BULLSHIT’ Jarmin’s Introduction to Modern Architecture Autumn 1986

Expect the unexpected was never as true as when I started my A' level Art course.  The O level/CSE art course was all about cheesy chocolate box art, the equivalent of what Whitney Houston is to pop music.  However, when I started out on my A level, we were told to throw what we learnt… Continue reading ‘FROM CHOCOLATE BOXES TO TOILET ROLLS’ INTRODUCTION TO MODERN ART September 1984 – June 1987

A famous line from a song by Dire Straits, “Money for nothing and your chicks for free”, summed up the culture in the mid-eighties in places like Winchester.  Thatcher was at the height of her powers, kicking the unions’ arses up north and the Yuppies down south were creaming off the nation’s wealth shouting “Loadsamoney!” … Continue reading ‘MUSICAL INDULGENCE IN SPLENDID ISOLATION’ (AOR MUSIC, DIRE STRAITS), April 1984 – June 1987

Seems quite apt that I'm drafting this blog in the place where the events I'll be discussing took place, 'Sunny Winchester'.  I say 'sunny', more like a deep depression gradually creeping up on me.  As with the next few instalments, I'll be using a particular personal creative inspiration as a backdrop to put the events… Continue reading ‘SOLACE THROUGH THE RADIO’ ‘DON’T GIVE UP’ PETER GABRIEL, 1986 (September 1984 – July 1987)