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Thursday, September 30th, 2010

Where am I? I am on our bed in Bahrain with my wife as our two tiny children sleep in-between us. The bed will be sold in an hour or two when a nice Bahrain guy comes and picks it up. The villa is empty. All our things have been packed up and moved out and there is only a bed and some suitcases left in here. We fly tonight back to London. Back home. After more than four years of travelling and adventures its time to put our wheels up and start to plan our lives. Leaving Bahrain has been hell and never ever have I felt more exposed and scared as I have this week. Bahrain is brutal if you are in trouble. We have been stopped from selling our furniture by our landlord because he thinks we are secretly trying to move out without paying a penalty months rent. HSBC have been brutal and any loans or credit cards unpaid result in a travel ban once your present company informs them you are leaving. Luckily we paid off the credit card this month but that’s not enough and they require 20% of the overdraft limit sits in your account just in case some mysterious payment comes out in a months time. HSBC never told me that. Everyone company in Bahrain wants your money and assumes that you will rip them off until proven otherwise and its all very trying.

I managed to get my dream job in London and I start on Monday. I couldn’t take anymore and I said goodbye to my colleagues\friends this afternoon. All on good terms. I enjoyed my work here but not the life and even the desert became insufferable after a year. Professionally its been very productive but on a personal level then life here is dull, mundane, brutally banal but all with nice-ish weather. There is nothing to see and nothing to do and anything conumerable like electronics are old, dated and in short supply. The people are a mixed bag but on the whole Bahrain is are kind yet easy to anger and when they go they explode. If bahrain has been useful in any way then I would say it has de mystified the muslim for me. Before I was like many westerners scared of the beards and the prayers and expecting suicide bombers round every corner but the longer I have been here is the longer that these things are kind of superficial and underneath all this fluff are people like you and me. Same hopes and the same fears.

I lay here watching my young family sleep. I am responsible for them all. I have done a good job to date but I hope the new chapter will be more settled than the last four years. End of an era.

Brickhouse Records. Grays. Thurrock. The World.

Sunday, September 19th, 2010


Here it is. Here is the place that started it all for me. This picture is the inside of Brickhouse Records. To give you an idea of scale the Photographer is standing in the doorway. It was tiny but it was the place where new galaxies opened up and horizons stretched far and wide. It was my library, my map of the world and this was my home. Brickhouse Records in Grays, Essex. I wasn’t really into music at all and a late developer when it came to all things records. Whilst peers were succumbing to the lure of popular teenage culture I was playing computer games. My pocket money was spent on Sega Mega Carts not records or the frivolous fashions of early adolescence. I didn’t want to be cool I wanted to complete Phantasy Zone. In my mind music and clothes were the tacky, irrelevant side effects of growing up and I planned to circumvent that whole scene until I was ready. In my musical development this was a big mistake but an easy one to make considering that the only music I was exposed to was via Top Of The Pops. Pop Music. Mel and Kim. Stock Aitken and Waterman. Failing that the ‘rebellious’ kids were into Iron Maiden. Rock. It hurt my ears. Literally. So it was either a ‘pop’ or a ‘rock’ 7” from Our Price Records or Contact Sam Cruise for my Spectrum from Basildon Market.

wierd scenes

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

weird shit you see driving through the desert part one. Look at this fire, a ruptured pipe line or some such burning away some oil. Oil is like water out here so nobody gives a hoot so it’ll get repaired whenever or when it blows up. Whatever.

Something In The Air Tonight

Monday, May 31st, 2010

Today, Israel stormed an aid convoy and killed 19 people. Bahrain reacts by burning things as shown in this picture taken from my phone. Its really real in the field.

What a collector loses (and gains) in the age of music downloading – The Boston Globe

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

What a collector loses (and gains) in the age of music downloading – The Boston Globe

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Monday, April 5th, 2010

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Thailand to the edge of panic

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

Been meaning to write this since November of last year but maybe now is the time – the eve of the red shirted hoards descending on Bangkok with the next 24 hours. Thailand is on the brink – the brink of self-destruction. Thaksin Shinawatra the ousted Prime Minister of Thailand, democratically elected natch, is not going to let it go. The Red Shirts, the country folk, are with him. Our diver and Nanny are redshirts. We are Yellow Shirts – the yellow shirts being the supporters of the establishment which means the King, the Monarchy (and associated hangers on) and the controlling government. In essence the Yellow Shirts are Bangkok and the Red Shirts are the rest of Thailand. The Red’s are the working class and mad as hell and you can see their point. A democratically elected leader simply ousted by a coup putting the Bangkok elite back in control. Bangkok felt that Thaksin Shinawatra was going way too far, selling the countries assets, and had to be got before things went too far. But rules are rules and the Yellows, the Reds perceive, broke those rules. The Yellows are no slow pokes and closed down the airport late in 2008 with protests which crippled the airport and cost gazillions of Baht per day in exports and tourism. This instigated new elections which resulted in yellow-shirted heartthrob Abhisit Vejjajiva winning. Since that election the Reds have staged their own demos but each one has been subtly snuffed out. The protests tomorrow promise to be a whole new ball game. The nervous residents of Bangkok are boarding up the windows and stockpiling food as hundreds of thousands of Red shirted country folk descend upon the capital en masse and better organized.


does this ish work

Friday, March 5th, 2010

Checking out wordpress for the blackberry. Is this thing working? I’ll even chuck a photo of an Omanian taxi driver…

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Kanye West is an Arsehole but…

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

This superb article by Harry Allen (media assassin) sums it all up. All the honkies are using this for other purposes. Click here.

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