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CLASS WAR JOINTLY CAMPAIGING WITH CYNTHIA PAYNE’S ‘Payne and Pleasure Party’

IN Portobello road – great fun

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CRITICAL REVIEW OF DISOBEDIENT OBJECTS EXHIBITION

http://greatwen.com/2014/07/24/art-and-protest-at-the-va/

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MARINA PEPPER CAMPAIGN SETTING THE PACE IN CHINGFORD

http://www.guardian-series.co.uk/news/rbnews/11364274.Former_Playboy_model_turned_anarchist_to_challenge_IDS_as_MP/?ref=var_0

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‘THE FERAL CHILDREN OF THE UPPER CLASSES’

Excellent article here: http://beastrabban.wordpress.com/2014/07/23/the-feral-children-of-the-upper-classes/

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ANARCHY COMING FOR 12 HOURS – IT’S OFFICIAL

http://www.thepurgeanarchy.co.uk/

less a TAZ……….MORE LIKE CHAOS…….OHMAGOD………..ANARCHY’S GONE PETE TONG

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DID DYLAN THOMAS POISON SWANSEA JACK?

DID DYLAN THOMAS KILL SWANSEA JACK?

There were Swansea deaths that registered for a hundred years –Edgar Evans with Scott at the pole – then there was Harry Corbett’s soft coronary in a Mumbles guest house while in panto at the Grand and Les Harvey electrocuted at the Top Rank in the Kingsway. I was wanting heroes but looking in the wrong direction. They were wearing drip dry shirts with sleeve elastocators and worsted brown suits – the deathray men, the wolfpack men, the cloud seeders, men who would save the world, self effacing in grey anonymity in my university. Eddie Bowen I salute you.

I was looking for Gary Sobers at St.Helens but I found Rocky Marciano slugging it out in the Adelphi in Wind Street and Ralph the books at the station with Leon Atkin.

I’d seen myself Alan Ginsberg with his harmonium in Wind Street, kicked Dr. Christian Barnard in the bollocks in Singleton Park, visited Michael X in Cox’s farm, hung out with the Angry Brigade at Three Cliffs, seen Tom Mann on trial for sedition at the Assizes alongside Cayo Evans and the Free Wales Army, nursed Rudi Dutshke’s bullet wound at Baglan Bay and sent the Springboks packing from St.Helens.

The town’s blackshirt councillor Mainwaring Hughes established a 40 year Reich at the Guildhall but the depression hit Swansea punters chose Jack the Dog rather than Jack the Boot. The dog of the century pulled 27 – albeit unwillingly- from the murk of the North Dock – ‘He’s done it again’ exclaimed the huzzahing crowds. The city swelled with canine pride forsaking the blackshirt for the black dog. Jack made poverty history as an ace fundraiser bearding the detested Turks in their lair at the Llanelli carnival. Jack’s biographer wrote in wonder ‘ Even the Turks flocked to give Jack money’. That’s the equivalent of Cardiff’s Soul Crew chipping in for a Lee Trundle testimonial.

Erno Goldfinger was commissioned by the Corporation to redesign the bombed out town centre in the 1950s but they gave the gig instead to the Borough Architect ( no relation). I gazed in wonderment through the windows of the Kardomah Café – the Ffynonne Fitzrovia – at Dylan Thomas stuffing his pudgy babyface while Swansea Jack ate ratpoison down the street. Any connection? Did Dylan poison the town’s hope? I’ll ask Vernon Watkins down at the TSB in St.Helens Road – a masterclass in self effacement. He wouldn’t spill the beans ‘ Ask Ralph about the tin’ he whispered sliding fivers across the counter to me.

Weavers Mill – the giant concrete artwork on Fabians Way – what a fucking stunner. Straight up – the design module of the century. The target of the three day blitzkrieg. What would Goldfinger have done – the Hanging Gardens of St.Thomas – serenaded opening night by Adelina Patti from the magic theatre at Craig-y-nos.

I once needed to find out who owned Weavers Mill suspecting a corrupt Swansea Mafia job. I went to the Rates Dept in the Guildhall but they wouldn’t cough up the info. I went to the guildhall public phone box 20 yards away and pushed button B..’ ‘Allo zis is zee europeeeean review of concrete architecture ooo owns zee Weavers Mill?’……..’Swansea Mafia mate…..

I hurled my bouquet to Adelina at Craig-y-nos, frolicked naked with my lover under the falls of Melincourt, ran through the forest of Resolven, and rode the rods with Rocky on the Mumbles railway. I knew Cwmrhydyceirw was the dear’s leap, how to speak Waunarlwydd and marvelled at theMorriston Tabernacl, went skiiny dipping with the Morriston Cross Boys straight outta Pompas café. I reckoned Swansea Jack and Eddie Bowen were greater heroes that Giorgio Chinaglia or Didi draper. For I had been young and foolish then but now I saw through a glass darkly the Kardomah Krew with stuttering spraycans on the side of the Bun House.

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MESSIANIC RECEPTION FOR BLAIR AT PROGRESS LECTURE

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They cheered, sobbed , and hugged – hundreds and hundreds of them – as BLAIR made a SECOND COMING at the Philip Gould lecture organised by PROGRESS -NU-LABOUR in exile. They were also confident that increasingly MILIBAND is listening to Blair and that the king over the water may reappear in the next Labour government. Seat in the Lords – Foreign Secretary…………….chuck in his son Euan……..and a Kinnock….and a Straw………..

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‘HOME SECRETARY STONED IN HANDSWORTH’

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Our Class War cover featured in the DISOBEDIENT OBJECTS exhibition shows the Handsworth rising of 1985. Watching on telly I saw the newsflash ‘HOME SECRETARY STONED IN HANDSWORTH’. Very quickly CLASS WAR replied ‘EVERYBODY’S STONED IN HANDSWORTH’

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TORIES COVER UP MP’S VICIOUS ASSAULT ON PARTNER

DAVID RUFFLEY TORY MP FOR BURY ST.EDMUNDS was arrested and cautioned for violently attacking his woman partner in March. Since then the Tories have done everything to cover up.

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‘I ATE AMUNDSEN’S TENT’

Maybe some headway on writing my first play about the race to the South Pole…..hope to have premiere in a couple of months. Here’s the pitch:

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What if Captain Scott was played by Brian Harvey rather than Sir John Mills? It was called ‘the heroic age of polar exploration’ but what if we’ve been sold a myth? What if there was no sign of Amundsen’s tent?

‘Raul – your boys have taken a terrible beating’

Any theatrical backers out there looking for a full house?
oH yes………….it’s a musical.

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