boyfromfishponds

On Saturday March 27th in Portland, Oregon, Luke Querner, a long-time anti-fascist activist and skinhead, was shot by neo-nazis. Fortunately Luke survived, but he has been left with a mountain of medical bills. Comrades in Bristol have organised a benefit gig to raise funds to help Luke out. The line-up features two bands from Brazil, who are visiting the UK to take part in an anti-racist football tournament, with support from local acts, and all bands are playing for free.

Thursday 5th August at The Plough, Easton, from 8pm-late. £4 on the door.

taken from 'days of war nights of love'

It is an entirely different sensation than the one I feel when I buy something. When I pay for something, I'm making a trade; I'm offering the money that I bought with my labor, my time, and my creativity for a product or service that the corporation wouldn't share with me under any other circumstances. In a sense, we have a relationship based on violence: we negotiate an exchange not according to our respect or concern for each other, but according to the forces that we can bring to bear on each other. Supermarkets know they can charge me a dollar for bread because I will starve if I do not buy it from them; they know they can't charge me four dollars, because I will go somewhere else. So our interaction revolves around unspoken threats, rather than love, and I am forced to give up something of my own to get anything from them.

http://www.crimethinc.com/texts/days/shoplifting.php

you know i do cause i do.

you know i do cause i do.

you know i do cause i do.

i just dont want to say it yet.

you know i do cause i do.

you know i do cause i do.

you know i do cause i do.

i just dont want to say it yet.

(i have told her now)

''what I do now is what a nurse did three, four years ago, and everybody gave them respect for what they did and paid them for what they did.''

a recent study has shown that hcas (healthcare assistants) spend twice as much time on direct patient care then the nurses. they found that, while nurses spent 15 per cent of their time giving direct care at the patient’s bedside, hcas spent 30 per cent.

the report also reveals massive inconsistencies in hca pay, training, duties and opportunities for advancement, with some hcas feeling they are the victims of considerable injustice.

this is something i've noticed in my time in the trust. it seems more and more is delegated down. its not just hcas though. nurses seem to be taking up more of a management role, with endless paperwork and meetings.

yet in the last ten years there has been a 40 per cent increase in nhs managers. if the are doing less why do we need more? in the period of 2008 to 2009 nhs executives in england awarded themselves average pay rises of 6.9 per cent compared to the average 3 per cent hcas and nurses got.

why are we paying more of these mugs even more money to fuck up our nhs? we keep hearing from the con-dem government that there will bet cuts to the nhs. well i can think of a good 40 per cent who are prime for the cut.

council contractors painted yellow warning sighs out side rosary roman catholic primary school in lawrence weston. silly sausage only spelt it wrong. lol, you make me lol.

got back from london last night bout 12. my house mate had left the curtains open so i went to close them, as i did i saw this furry sock hanging from the curtain. but then i thought 'i don't have a furry sock?' it wasn't a furry sock. it turned out to be a bat. what a bat? thats right, a fucking bat just hanging there. after a bit of a bruce wayne moment i got my act together. at first i tryed the old bucket and record sleave number. but the bat had his claws proper tight on the curtain and when i was putting the sleave under the bat started hissing and doing that high pitchd squeak.

so i got my house mate to come give me a hand. he came up with the idea of throwing towels at the bat in the hope that the bat would fall into the towel and we could just put it outside. as you may of guessed this did not work.

eventually we came up with the idea of closing all the doors apart from the front one and trying to get the bat to fly out. the bat hand not moved the whole time, so we were wondering what the best way to get him flying was. then my house mate came up with a genius idea. so there we were under the table, i had a mop in my hand, he had a brush in his. we creeped over the top of the table and started poking the curtain then........whoosh! the fucking thing was flaping round the front room. after what seemed like forever he made it out the front door.

i'm not gonna lie to you it was proper scary. i know it's only a bat, it's not gonna bite me and all that bollocks. but look into those eyes and tell me you wouldn't shit it a little bit.

so i'm thinking about publishing a book. 'ooooh'. i know. really though it's alot more work than i thought it would be and i'm a lazy lazy man.

i emailed a few different publishers to see if they'd be intrested and only one of them has got back to me. the ones that haven't are both anarchist publishers. which i would of liked to work with, but i think george orwell took animal farm to freedom press first and they didn't want to publish that, so i'm not to fussed. ark at me, me and orwell are on the same level. lol. fucking lol. i need to stop writing lol. i'm not a 14 year old.

anyway the lot who do want to publish seem sound. they have done a few books for someone else i know. thing is cause its a bit of a risk (a book of drawing base around a boy from fishponds. i sure there is a hugh market) he wants me to sort the funding out (about a grand and a half).

now my old man recons i should go to some arts funding panel, but if not really feeling that. are ma is says i should chop it up into £10 shares in the book and sell 150 to friends and family. which seems like a better idea 'boyfromfishponds collective.'

if you lot have any ideas send them in. answers on the back of a postcard, send them to boyfromfishponds@googlemail.com