‘CUT STRAIGHT THROUGH THE BULLSHIT’ Jarmin’s Introduction to Modern Architecture Autumn 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

‘FROM CHOCOLATE BOXES TO TOILET ROLLS’ INTRODUCTION TO MODERN ART September 1984 – June 1987

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

‘MUSICAL INDULGENCE IN SPLENDID ISOLATION’ (AOR MUSIC, DIRE STRAITS), April 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

‘SOLACE THROUGH THE RADIO’ ‘DON’T GIVE UP’ PETER GABRIEL, 1986 (September 1984 – July 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)

THIS IS MY OPINION, IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, THAT’S YOUR OPINION.

I’ve been labelled as many things throughout my life.  Haven’t we all at one time or another? There’s no way of getting away from this.  It’s what we need to be in order to function as a civilised society.  However, when we are judged solely on our basic demographics, in my opinion things become unstuck… Continue reading THIS IS MY OPINION, IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, THAT’S YOUR OPINION.

JARMIN GOES DOWN UNDER: SYDNEY DIARY, PART 9: ‘BACK TO BLIGHTY’

DAY 21 (Thursday 15th February 2018): FLIGHT HOME I popped up to the local café for a last Aussie brunch, very pleasant service.  I got a taxi to the airport, checked in and passed through security without any issues.  Thought I’m laughing here, plenty of time for Duty Free and a beer or two before… Continue reading JARMIN GOES DOWN UNDER: SYDNEY DIARY, PART 9: ‘BACK TO BLIGHTY’