SATURDAY APRIL 11TH, LONDON: SAVAGE MESSIAH WALK AROUND THE CITY AND ISSUE 11 ZINE LAUNCH.

SATURDAY APRIL 11TH, LONDON: SAVAGE MESSIAH WALK AROUND THE CITY AND ISSUE 11 ZINE LAUNCH.
Walk.
We will be walking around the city of London and drifting towards Housmans where we will be having drinks and showing films to launch the ‘zine. Meet at Dirty Dicks Public House, Liverpool Street 3pm.
Launch.
Housmans Bookshop, Caledonian Road N1, from 7pm.
Issue 11 is a drift around the Olympic zone and focuses on a particular moment in the build up to the June the 18th Carnival Against Capitalism riots in the City of London. The riots happened in 1999 and were a protest against the ludicrousness of the global financial system. The zine was written after a day of walking around the perimeter fence of the Olympic zone In March 2009 and is a direct response to the mass destruction of the Lower Lea Valley.
“I found the pub soon after that. From the outside it looked ordinary, an estate pub from the late 60s, early 70s, something of a bunker with fortress windows at the front, plastic hanging baskets and St George flags all over it. I thought at first the old man must have got the wrong place but then I could hear the thudding of the sound system inside, the frantic bpm and chaotic vocoder yelps. As I got closer I saw all these skinhead types outside wearing tie dyed t shirts and temple of psychic youth symbols tattooed on their arms. There were groups staggering about lighting fires and breaking palettes. This party was the continuation of a Saturday all nighter at one of the massive abandoned factories on Carpenters road. They were all off it, topping up on psilosibin after a big weekend of acid and flyagaricks.”
Laura Oldfield Ford
Savage Messiah Issue 11. March 2009

More info to follow.

“The lessons drawn from dérives enable us to draft the first surveys of the psychogeographical articulations of a modern city. Beyond the discovery of unities of ambience, of their main components and their spatial localization, one comes to perceive their principal axes of passage, their exits and their defenses. One arrives at the central hypothesis of the existence of psychogeographical pivotal points. One measures the distances that actually separate two regions of a city, distances that may have little relation with the physical distance between them. With the aid of old maps, aerial photographs and experimental dérives, one can draw up hitherto lacking maps of influences, maps whose inevitable imprecision at this early stage is no worse than that of the earliest navigational charts. The only difference is that it is no longer a matter of precisely delineating stable continents, but of changing architecture and urbanism.” Guy Debord

Baz is back< Round 2.

Just to let you know, cos yeah, its been a long time, but Baz is back.
Baz has been, let's say, away for a while., South of the river if you really want to know. But now he's back on his manor, not chastened by his experience or humbled, but angrier and madder than ever.
Baz is now living back on Queensbridge road near the Holly Street estate, this is a freindly warning to all those thinking of buying flats in them new blocks at the Dalston end, DON"T BOTHER. I said it before and i'll say it again, YUPPIES OUT OF HACKNEY!!!!
Some people think it aint ok for Baz to act like a thug, to swear and shout and headbutt fences, they think he should be a noble and dignified member of the working class, a neighbour they can boast about being friends with at their dinner parties. They don't like it when people stand outside pubs shouting, huddle outside bookies smoking fags or have barbeques on the balcony with old rave classics blasting out from inside....they dont like it and think everyone should subscribe to their dull values and turn the whole East End into Crouch End, well it aint happening! And i'm sorry to disappoint our middle class readers who would rather all depictions of the working class were flattering and nice, but I AINT NICE and never will be. So you better fuck off cos i aint goin nowhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One more thing, Baz has been getting letters off people asking if he is a Nazi or fascist or in some way related to the BNP. The answer to all you lot is FUCK OFF, if i catch any of them Bigots. Nonces. Perverts round here i will stamp em out personally. I did have a look at that list when i was inside and i can tell you now there's none of them weirdos still living in the E8 area now, but obviously i wouldn't have had nothing to do with that what with me bein otherwise indisposed and all that. Right, laters.

The next installment...

Alright so i grabs hold of Sean, an i says look pal, yuo've made yuor point and we get the fuck out of there. Gaynors shoutin and makin threats and lookin cosy with the knobhead security they got on there, she'll be quite happy to be giving them all the fucking names, date of birth an all that stuff, cos she's one o them aint she, aFUCKING SCREW!!!!
but they don't try to nick him, you can see he's acting like a proper psycho..they let us go, thinking yeah we'll go round in the van and pick em up later when they're watching Countdown with a can of special brew. well fuck that. We're weaving through the estates of haggerston, by the canal and then into that little maze of flats on Whiston road. that whole estate is fucked, they got the orange sitex up all over the windows that Hackney council slap up over everything until they can sell it off to private developers.
i got a few boltholes round here, most of em i aint even told Sean about cos he seemed to be telling that horrible Gaynor the lot at one point. C'mon mate i say and we nip into the Acorn for a swift one. Some of you might know the Acorn on the junction of Whiston road and Queensbridge, its a bit of a shithole but me mate Kenny drinks in there sometimes and some of the lads from the old Charlie Wrights days so i go in now and again. the old boys on them motorised spac carts moaning all the time do my head in a bit but still its an alright boozer, they aint got much time for the old bill in there.
Kennys bird Linda used to live in a tower block over the road which is now a massive yuppie complex. I'm thinking fucking hell don't get Sean started on that cos i'm just tryin to get him calmed down. Anyway Kenny says we can doss at his for one night but thats it but after that he says he's got a mate out in Leyton who'll put us up for a day or two. There's also me brother in stratford , he's got a big house near Maryland overground station and the lock up where i do me painting so we've got loads of options, i don't feel so bad as i'm supping me Stella.
That cunt Edmonds comes on the tv, deal or no deal,waht a righT load of Wank!!i'm on me third pint and i'm in the mood to smash the tv but i got to think of sean and he's lookin a bit happier, bit less aggro, can't have him kickin off if we're goin back to Kenny's.
So i'm happy, mocking that cunt Edmunds on tv, supping me pint, lookin forward to curry and a few tins round at kennys when this bird walks in..i've seen her before at the Dolphin, this stringy blonde with out of focus eyes, it looks abit like the thing gaynor brought out wiv her one night so i do a sharp double take but it aint her. No this one has a familar look but only in the way them smackhead birds all look abit alike with the too fast walking and face a bit stretched. But anyway i glance over at Sean an he's suddenly come to life, sitting up straight and staring right over at this bird. i'm thinkin, well she werent that bad, i might have had a go meself, but Sean well its always a dilemma aint it...it might send him round the bend or it might take his mind off Gaynor...god knows..but she's sitting at the bar now drinking some blue fizzy shit looking over.
to be continued.............

A massive rubber plant got smashed into the wall.

Anyway, on with the story about working links. Yeah the whole thing started out pretty huliliating for Sean, he looked, well the only word i can come up with is 'humble' and that just aint Sean, i mean Sean with the fight knocked out of him just aint Sean, he's just this sad looking middle aged geezer lookin sort of broken, you know, like he'd given up. So aside from being fucking angry i was actually quite upset i don't mind tellin you. Gaynor the hard faced fucking screw was goin on at him about training and opportunities. I just laughed in her fucking face, you want him driving his old mates from Belmarsh round in a bleedin Serco van yuo dopey tart i said. But no she was bleating on about how he could easy get a job as a security guard or some such shit.
Sean are yuo gonna take this, are you gonna let her push you around like a little kid i says to him. Sean just shrugs like it don't matter.
So off we go, down the Kingsland road to this poncey new office where they got all these happy pictures on the windows of people on the phone talking to each other, yuo aint never seen such wank. We get to sit down on these nice orange corner settees, its a bleedin joke.
Anyway this geezer strides over, some big bald bastard with a smug grin and i'm thinking yuo might think your a big shot in here sunshine but wait til you get outside. The smug git says oh Mr Hanlon, good to see you here early for yuor interview, we've got coffee over here and the papers here. Gaynors smiling and Sean just sits there. The dole sent the letter about getting sent down here and Sean chucked it in the bin, Gaynor got it out again and she said if he didn't come down here that was the end of them. Sean pal, what are you playin at?
So he sits there drinking this plastic coffee shit from the machine and reads last weeks hackney gazette until the ugly bald prick comes swaggering over and syas 'ok Mr Hanlon, come with me please'. Its all open plan in there and you can see and hear everything the smarmy fucker has to say. He's going on and on about retraining, new skills, how Sean could improve his chances if he changes his attitude. i'm thinking any minute now i'm gonna lose it, i can feel the rage boiling up, and then i hear this almighty crash and its the chair Seans been sitting on go flying across the room, then i stand up and i sees him picking up this bin ready to hurl it at that disgusting smarmy nonce. But then this security guard is there, they always have em lurking at the back and he's trying to work out wether to grab Sean or not cos he knows Seans fucking massive and completely mental. And so he hangs back while Sean picks up this giant rubber plant and throws it against the wall. I think Good on yer son, thats the sean i know! Gaynors shrieking and tries to restrian him, i get old of her and i syas fuck off you, leave him the fuck alone. Come on Sean. I want to get him out before the old bill get here, c'mon Sean i say, we gotta get out of here pronto, c'mon mate........to be continued.
...............find out what happens when Baz and Sean hide out in the matrix of backstreet boozers between Shoreditch and Dalston.

Life in Poplar.

You might think being booted out of my gaff was bad enough, but yuo should have seen where they tried to rehouse me. They showed me some shithole estste in poplar that even the Homeless families unit rejected on the grounds that it was unfit for human habitation. I refused it, there's no fucking way yuo'd get me living in a dump like that.
So you lot out there who prefer hackney to be a yard full of braying toffs with wooden bikes and organic bread, BE WARNED, BAZ IS STILL AROUND. So now i've got me new gaff i'm gonna be back on here more often I"M TELLIN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SPECIAL DOUBLE EPISODE!!!!!BAZ is BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sean gets dragged to Working Links by that orrible bird of his, GAYNOR.


I'm fucking sick of it mate i tell you.
Seans here, still. he aint goin nowhere, him an that orrible Gaynor or whatever she's called. Anyway, she comes over sometimes late, about three in the morning, sometimes dead early, just waltzes in ere, that daft barstard minted her a key, whaT a fucking mug.She walks in, puts the bleedin tv on to watch that cunt Kyle or whatever other miserable kangaroo court/freakshow they've got on ITV1, sits there with a nescafe, from MY JAR and smokes a lambert and butler and acts like its her GAFF!!!!
Where's Sean she said once just strolling in while i was sitting havin me breakfast readin the paper. In bed probably i said, it's 8 o clock in the mornin you know he aint an early riser. So she marches into his room, pulls the covers off him, i hear all this shoutin and commotion and then he's standin there all bleary eyed with his hair all over the place. make him a coffee Barry please she says. Whatcho doin to im? I demand to know cos thats my mate Sean she's makin a right mug of. He's starting his training today, at Working Links, i want him there at 9 on the dot looking smart.
You see Sean, what did i bleedin tell you?????!!!!!!!!!!!
to be continued.............


I LOSE IT WITH GAYNOR BIG TIME BUT SEAN STILL GETS DRAGGED OFF TO WORKING LINKS!!


Right so Gaynor's round our gaff, that fucking screw, she's just hauled Sean out of his blow up mattress, screamed all these commands and frogmarched him into the kitchen looking like a righHT MUG!!! So she says he's got an appointment at working links.... Now i'm tellin you, i got some experience of those cunts, the whole things a boot camp, American workfare shit, ie work for fuck all but the seats are in nice 'funky' colours so yuo don't get upset about it! Now i've done some daft things in me time, Sean an' all, but neither of us are completely fucking stupid. I used to like the dole office better when it was them sour faced bastards behind metal grilles, you knew where you stood with them, you hated them, they hated you, something like the way it was with Thatcher. In comes Blair an its all 'yeah i'm gonna be a right nasty cunt but i still want you to like me...'all pleading and wheedling and suddenly all the dole offices are in these open plan offices done out like estate agents with these orrible chairs covered in orange and turqoise material. Its to make you think they're alright, so you don't kick off ..
It has been brought to my attention that sean might actually benefit from this humilaition, i say come round ere mate and meet im yourself and tell me what good all this workfare nonsense is gonna do him, for a start when would he have time do run is businesses etc?
So anyway, this Gaynor is insisting Sean goes on this fucking course an i just kick off. DON"T COME IN MY FUCKING HOUSE LAYING THE FUCKING LAW DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she looks at me with these orrible cold fish eyes and says, don't make an enemy of me Barry, i'm warning you.
So i just stares at her,by now my face feels like its gonna explode and and she's got old of Sean an she's marching him out the gaff. this is fucking unbelievable. So there's nothing else for it, i grab me coat and go after em....

find out what happens in the new Kingsland road branch of Working Links in the next episode.

Just in case any of my loyal fans out there are wondering where i am, i'm happy to let you know that i aint been banged up, infact i've been down Stratford in me brothers lock up doin a bit off the old painting! Painting as in Art i'll ave you know not bleedin decoratin! It was Sean an is carryin on with that hatchet faced screw that drove me out of the gaff, an when i wanna bit of peace and quiet i go and do a bit of the old painting, calms me nerves right down. That's how it started as it goes, when i was inside, started the class just to drag out association time really, i mean i always liked drawing and that but i never thought i was gonna make money bein an artist..so i starts this class and fuck me i really loved it! I start doin these classes once a week an i start painting, this is about 11 years ago an it went on from there, now i'm workin on these massive fuck off canvases. I've put a picture here of one of me HQ paintings. if you like it you can commision me to do soem more but i aint jokin you better have a fucking fat wallet.
More on the Sean saga very soon, it aint nice i'm telling yer....
tell yuo what else i'm fucking sick of, these moaning old bastards on the estate complaining about me fucking Minder records, i wouldn't mind but that bastard drives me fucking mental playing all that weird experimental shit all the time that sounds like out of time drumming and weird clanks and squawks.
as i told yer before i got me own page on myspace so you can check me out on there, if you don't like it fair enough but there's soem good West Ham stuff and a nice comment form that cunt Jeremy Kyle.
laters,
Baz

ASBO Barry.

Have ad anoughth a that Barry fucking Squiggins. Friday Night, right, I have to crash out early to be on market for 6.30am to set up fruit an veg stall. Any way abart 2am I hears all this shouting. Its Barry and his Mate and some lasses they’ve pick up, coming back from boozer. Sharting at someone all way darn street till they get on estate.

Am just nodding of again an music starts. Am abart 4 floors darn from barry but theres a concreat beem that runs streght darn block bringing all noise wi it. A try to egnor it cos a now its Friday night an its only unlucky sods like me who’s got t be up early on a Saturday morning. But on and on it went. - Final straw came at 4.30am when he stuck that fucking Denis Waterman track, ‘I Should Be So Good To You’, on full blast, and tha could hear him singing it t’ lasses head brought hom.

So a went up there an politely ask em to turn it darn a bit. You cunt believe abuse a got. Lasses were werst. ‘Why dunt you just fack off’.

Any way av ad enough and am writing to you nice people at We Are Bad to help me get an ASBO out on Barry. If you can all print off the ASBO log av attached keep a log of what barry gets upto and send it to HackneyHomes, and maybe we can put a stop to this Anti Social Thug.

Ta,

Local Resident

THEY WISH BAZ WEREN'T THERE

06 Feb 2008 Oioi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Alright, today i've been thinkin alot about the fuckin olympics, i'm not happy mate i tell yer. Anyway started writin stuff down, a few poems an that, don't fuckin laugh, its summink i started the second time i was inside, it was part of my parole terms, i had to do this daft fucking anger management and all this therapy shit and part of it was writing everyrhing down what you're feeling ,could be angry, pissed off, livid, whatever yuo happen to be feelin that day an just write it, maybe a poem, maybe a story or just like a diary, you know, just to GET IT ART O YER HEAD.....
so today, well waht wiv facin eviction an all that an facin havin to leave my lovely Hackney manor and ship out to some dump in Dagenham i started writing this poem, its called THEY WISH BAZ WERE'NT THERE.



THEY WISH BAZ WEREN'T THERE
THEY DON'T EVEN CARE,
THAT I LIVED ROUND ERE BEFORE THEY
AD EVER EVEN EARD OF HACK-NEY,
THEY THINK THAT THEIR PROPERTY WILL FALL IN PRICE,
COS THEY DON'T THINK BAZ IS THAT NICE.
THEY CAME ROUND ERE FOR A LOOK ROUND,
THEY SAID THOSE PROPERTIES LOOK REALLY SOUND,
BUT I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK OF THEM LOW LIFE SCUM,
SO WE'LL SEND EM PACKIN TO DAG-EN-UM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Brilliant eh? Fuckin ell i felt so fuckin great after i wrote that, yes i did, made me feel less AGGRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

More on the story of sean and that pervert security guard later,
all the best mate,
Baz

Sean gets off with a screw, it aint funny.

Pretty bad aint it when you get driven out yer own gaff, yeah well that's what happened to me. Well Sean's one thing,I mean i invited him round, he's a mate inne so it don't feel like so much of an imposition; you can still eat pot noodles, belch and scratch in yer underpants when yer mates round but when ther's a bleedin bird there, well, it aint the same is it?
Right so Sean arranges to see this grotesque megaton security guard, this one that was groping him in a group4 van a few years back, one he never forgot..right, yeah yeah, i'll get on with it.
So he arranges to see her in the Dolphin, now i thought it was just me an him goin down there for old times sake, to talk about the old days and see if lovely Brenda the barmaid was still there, i didn't really think it'd be me, Sean and some horrible screw called Gaynor. So we gets there and its earlyish and there;s a few scruffy student types and a few of these ponces who think they're Russell Brand wearing pipecleaner jeans or whatever they're called and they're hair all up and backcombed like a 60's tart. its a fuckin disgrace Sean says ruefully as we settle with our pissy pints of stella, this place used to be a proper boozer.And i mean in a lot of ways it still is, if you look at the decor and the daft hours it keeps an all that, its just that the geezers and the vietnamese and the moody paddys playin pool and all them punk lot seem to have been driven out by these little ponces who reckon to be artists or some such shit. What these birds fall for nowadays is beyond me.
So we sits down at a little table by the window and Sean starts saying this stuff to one of these little wankers about how he;s elbowed his way onto our table and then , instead of backind down and giving Sean some respect he starts arguing the toss in this orrible nasal whining little voice, well i aint jokin i sees Seans face going through that weird trnasformation from pink to red to bright purple, his eyes have narrowed into thin slits and his skins gone all waxy. i'm thinking, o my god, any minute now an that cunt is goona have that stupid sneering face smashed across the bar and daubed ACROSS THE CEILING!!!!!!!!!!!And just as Sean's about to snap in walks Gaynor, all 6 foor one inches of her decked head to toe in sequins and glittery eyeshadow like shes been at some christmas office party circa 1986, i aint jokin, she's a disgusting mess, you know like when some kid nicks its mums make up and smears it all over its face, that was what gaynor looked like, she;d made a real special effort for Sean.So Sean gets to his feet, pushes the posh cunt out of the way and jumps to the bar offering to buy her a drink, but then i notice something really orrible, she aint alone, she's with this stringy blonde bird called Angie, oh no i think, i'm bein lined up with soem weirdo smackhead whose eyes won't focus, or worse still, another screw! But then in a flash i think about it, and yeah a jumps a jump, or should i say a screws a screw!!HA HA HA HA HA HA HA AH AHHHHHHHHAAAAHHHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway i think, could be worse you know, better sink a few more pints......... oh god, me stomachs playin up, eugghchha, sorry, eughd, urgh god, its me ulcer, sorry, right more later when i've been to the bog.......

YEAH WELL I HAVE T SAY I"M FEELIN A BIT BETTER NOW..........

Yeah well i have to say i'm feelin a bit better now, stopped pukin about an hour ago, it was that whiskey what done it, well that an' that diluted aftershave Saen got me to drink, disgusting that is puking up perfume, anyway.....
so yuo might be wonderin where all the rest of these cunts in this firm are, yuo're startin to think its a bit of a one man show, well me too mate, me too. I saw one of the bastards last night down Ellingfort road sitting on the kerb drinking special brew, wher you off to mate i asked him but he just flicked the v's at me an told me to fuck off, nice one i thought..so that's him out wanderin around somewhere in aright fuckinstate and as for the rest of em, saw a load of em in Bermonsey Friday night causing havoc down the bookies. Robbo lent me this book by Zizek, i had to use it to smash some geezer in the jaw, it weren't funny, maybe i told you that already....
anyway, if you're bored of me tell them wankers to stop causing aggro down millwall and get back up here to the proper fuckin territory!
Right so where was i with this story, oh yeah, so Seans lyin there looking up at this golem in a securicor uniform and i'm thinking oh my god this is gonna be a fuckin disaster , and i'm thinking oh no this is lookin bad,looks like he's fallin in love, love at first bleedin sight, but then, get this, she says, Sean, is that yuo? And i'm thinkin eh? How the fuck does she know his name but then it turns out she used to do handjobs in the back of the van for him, he reckoned there was a time when he was getting shifted between Full Sutton up in Yorkshire over to Strangeways in Manchester and somewhere on the M62 she started havin a fiddle darn his keks. I mean bloody hell, you wouldn't think it to look at her, i would've thought she wouldn't be bothered about geezers, specially nasty lookin brutes like sean but there it is, someone out there for everyone they say. So he syas to her , what time do yo knock off? And they arrange to meet in the Dolphin at 8. Oh god i think, thats the end, AINT YOU SICK OF SCREWS SEAN YOU FUCKING KNOBHEAD? Seans gone all starry eyed lookin all dreamy and delerious, that was Brenda he says, i loved her.
I'll tell yuo the rest of the tale ina little while i just need the bog..sorry.......

www.myspace.com/barrysquiggins

Barry's here! Right fuckin pissed, eatin a curry, sean downstairs on blow up mattress, next installment of fucking saga.

Oh my god, i aint jokin i'm fuckin pissed as a cunt, what a fucking night. Yeah, i know, it was a bad move lettin him stay here, but what could i do, seans a mate, one of the old crew, you can't turn yer back on yer mates. Anyway, so we're out, walking round the Wick, so I says to him, listen Sean, there aint too many of the old boozers left but yer favourites still there, which i can't name here , for legal reasons an all that but lets just say its on hackney road and its been goin a good few years an it feels like yer on a ferry when yer in there on account of not havin no windows and loads of fruit machines and you start to feel abit sick after you've had a couple..right, so yeah, Sean wants to go there cos its been 9 years and he's hopin brenda's still behind the bar and i says to himyeah she is mate but i don ;t think your gonna wanna get involved there mate i can tell yer. Right so we;re on our way there to this place what for the time bein will remain nameless and i direct Sean along the canal with the intention of walking down through Dace road that way and out over the footbridge and through vicky park. But as we;re headin out Sean sees the blue fence blocking the road and i aint jokin he just went ballistic mate, FUCKIN BALLISTIC. Now i've seen Sean in some states, i mean you do dontcha after 36 years or whatever it is now since we've been knockin about togetehr but fuckin hell tonight he went beyond it all, really, except maybe the night he got nicked the last time, anyway less said about that the better. So he sees the fence and starts going mad hurling himself at it and screaming and headbutting it and stuff, oh yeah i think i told you that, anyway after a struggle i gets Saen away but this team of security cunts, don't know who they were, group4 securicor all the fuckin smae now aint they , anyway those cunts are suddenly there, van in the street gettin out, you alright there sir to me and comin over gettin all cocky and all i wanna do is smash the fuckers head in but you know ,gotta think of Sean innit cos i aint havin him sent back down, not for this daft pantomime anyway. So i goes, to the geezer ,look mate, its all under control, me mate here's just had one too many, his 40th you see, don't know whether its Christmas or Easter, i'll get him home. The geezer backs off, so i think alright, we can get goin, i really need a fuckin pint in me local. And then, suddenly, this horrible loomin lunk of a woman appears out the other side of the van, i aint jokin she;s like a bleedin cross between some screw off prisoner cell block h and some russian athlete, one of them they had to do medical examinations on to work out what bleedin sex it was, fuckin orrible. So she's standin over us, askin all this shit like what medication is sean on an all that, an Sean, instead of goin beserk and smashin stuff up goes all gooey and gaga an looks up at this monstrosity with eyes all dewy and loved up. Oh no, i think, oh fuckin hell no. And then Sean sort of picks himself up off the floor, raises himself up on his grazed elbows and stares at her and says, hello darlin...you're beautiful.....and oh my god, the rest of it, well i'll ahve to tell you tomorrow when i;ve sobered up cos its so disgusting i'm makin myself feel sick just thinkin about it, fuckin orrib;le..................................................


by the way, i've got myspace page now, load o wank yeah but i might meet some birds. But yeah if you've got a myspace page come and look me up cos i feel a right cunt with 0 friends.
www.myspace.com/barrysquiggins

Sean went MENTAL!

Fuckin hell, what a night, i aint jokin, Sean went MENTAL! He was headbutting fences and smashin stuff up and i had to grab him and wrestle him down and say look Sean, focus mate, its all about focus! ha ha ha. Anyway, i didn't want him dragged straight back to the nick after tasting freedom for about an hour an a half so i says look Sean, lets go an have a couple of jars, there's still one or two of the old haunts left, so we go to the top o the mornin and i get him a couple of jars and we start plotting. Seans up for a bit of aggro, so am i but i say look Sean we need to get the crew together, do it PROPER! Sean starts laughing and lighting matches in the pub with that manic gleam in his eye, he's fucking livid he can't smoke a fucking b and h with his pint.
Anyway, he's up for a campaign rather than a one night wrecking spree, which is good cos Sean seething and pacing in Belmarsh just aint good for his nerves.
Anyway so he calms down a bit and we get some of the old crew down there and Sean draws all these maps on beermats and starts doodling this weird head and then opens a plastic bag with loads of tins of spray paint and he's off round his old manor taking back his territory and promising revenge and i think good on yer son, it takes guts to fight back like that.
Anyway this morning we had our first proper meeting of the old crew in the mapps caf,Sean fuckin loved his first greasy fry up for 9 years, and i tell you, those cunts Jowell and Coe are gonna wish they'd never fuckin set foot round here, I"M TELLIN YEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

stay tuned in for the next installment, amidst the chaos of trying to destroy the blue fence Sean tries in desperation to pull a female scurity guard and succeeds.........

Sean's back! Told you, Friday, he's comin back to the Wick to reclaim his territory so all you yuppie wankers start barricadin your horrible gaffs!!!!

After a long wait hanging about in that miserable shithole Thamesmead i get to pick up Sean at Belamarsh. he aint happy when i get there cos they released him early and i weren't there but i hardly think that was my fault. So sean starts giving me aggro on the way back here and i just say listen Sean, don't fucking start yuo're forgettin what we're really here for mate and we get out of the motor and have a walk round hackney wick what was, at one time, our real fucking stomping ground. and i say you won't fuckin believe this Sean mate , wait til you see this lot.
So we have a stroll round and Sean's acting a bit hyper, a bit breathless like an asthmatic on a marathon and he's asking me where all the fridge mountains and sacrapyards and cafs in caravans have gone. And i say, ask them pointing up at all these fucking yuppiedromes that have sprung up everywhere like mushrooms in a fucking shit heap.
I see Seans face and i don't like it, its black as thunder and i know he aint happy, and when he gets like that well, thats what put him in Belmasrsh in the first place aint it. So then he goes quiet and then suddenly he makes me jump out of me fucking skin cos he's screamin top of his fucking lungs.....I AINT HAVIN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so yeah, sean's back, so keep tuned in if you wanna know what he's getting up to now he's OUT

MESSAGE FROM BELMARSH BY MY MATE SEAN.
Sean has been writing and I’m putting it up here in case some yuppie wankers are reading then they’ll know what’s fucking coming….ha ha ha, love Baz.

Alright Barry my old son, how;s it goin?
Well, looks like I’m comin out Friday.
Thank you for letting me know whats been happening, I aint happy I’ll tell you that, it aint on.
Anyway when I saw all the smoke the other week making the sky all black it gladdened my heart Barry I’m telling you cos I thought yeah, some fuckers doin something, some fuckers AINT TAKIN THIS LYING DOWN!! And I thought, well done Baz cos I was sure it must have someming to do with you, but then it turned out to be some empty factory on fire and not them bloody yuppie flats at all so what I’m saying to you Baz is lets get it sorted, lets meet and have a walk round when I get back AND SEE WHAT IS TO BE DONE.

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