Calling all Hackney WAB activists and supporters.

Hackney Council is tying to raise money by selling off its land from the borough’s council estates: they call this Estates Plus. Right now they have been trying to convince the residents of Frampton Park estate (just off Mare st) that the sale of five sites on the estate will lead to improvements and help with overcrowding. This includes green space, play areas and garages used by the residents. The land will be sold to housing associations, who will build and then sell and rent the flats they build.

Although there will be more low rent housing, which is much needed, it will be achieved by cramming more people into an overcrowded area.

Most of the residents don’t want the development; they don’t want to lose their green space and play grounds, when there aren’t enough places for kids to play already. One of the proposed buildings will be just yards from older peoples flats, on a piece of land kids use for football. The pensioners living in the flats would like to see a garden there, but instead they will have a multistory block towering over them.

Meanwhile across Hackney the council has sold off land that was and could be good alternative places for this social housing to be built. On Dalston Lane for instance, a row of Georgian houses with shop fronts were sold five years ago by the council to an off shore developer. They are protected and so could not be developed unless they were damaged and derelict. Since then the houses have been damaged by a series of fires, and some have been demolished. Those houses could be muti bedroom accommodation for Hackney’s overcrowded tenants and homeless families. Instead Hackney will let those buildings rot till they are developed into yuppie flats, while off the main streets the council estates are over developed.

This is making working class people bear the brunt of the housing crisis, and taking facilities away from those who need it most.

DEMONSTRATE at Hackney Town Hall! Say NO to selling off our land!

6-7pm Wednesday 23 July 2008

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.

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.......