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You’ve had a cup of tea, entertained the baby, watched Andrew Marr…What’s a boy to do with a head full of dreams…
That’s right!
A raft race!!
London Schmondon.


Trouble was. It was too good.
“I was hoping for a few bruises,” bemoaned the tannoy man.
No boats disintegrated and only one rather half hearted overboard.
Oh well… a local publican in a Hawaiian skirt beats another 2 hours of wingeing to the telly about Brexit.


Coming up in the Sheringham Carnival…

“Buxom beasties on the steam train.”

Once your tired of L…

Shut up Samuel Johnson.


Martin xx

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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!

“I like to think of him whizzing around the Pyrenees on a motorbike.”

And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

“He was in that film with Charlton Heston. For a second.”

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,

“He was a master of the invective form… okay, sometimes a bit cantankerous.”

When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

“He was a Marxist and I a Tory. We had some great debates. But always friendly.”

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark.

“I’m his sister. I didn’t know him. But I remember funny poems when I was 9 or 10.”

And may there be no sadness or farewell,
When I embark;

“He was just a really good companion. A companion, that’s it.”

“For tho’ from out bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

It was very sad because I had to leave him.”


“Content which masquerades as meaningful when it is in fact facsimile.”

Too right. Large parts of this blog are cut and paste.

“The meaning is an object with which to toil. But what does it mean?”


I’ve no idea but that was just the little exhibition by the cafe. #lukemccreadie. Zabludowicz Collection.

When I went into the main bit it looked like this…

#donnahuanca #scarcymbals

But you can’t just say… “I’ve seen a picture on Martin’s blog, that’s fine, I don’t need to go.”
Because it’s wonderfully sensory you see with a rubbery smell, a sinister humming and periodic naked performers.

5 Colin Stars,


Martin x


I looked into the bottomless pit.
I looked through Facebook.
A sense of self is fabricated via a supply chain of objects, ideas and experiences.
It’s just us… our perseverating embrace… I think I prefer it that way.
Ceaselessly circulating.
Ceaselessly stimulating.
David’s proposal was to make a work on how America broke his heart.
I didn’t do anything because I was scared.
There was, like, crying.
Yes, I feel you baby.
I wish it was different.
I had to take my shoes off.

(Some words).




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MY SOCIAL DOGGY post 3 (formerly thedoghouse)

Read my latest on the social network for dog lovers.


What’s this then?



A pile of old bricks?

No silly, it’s a modulation of space in relation to your own body.


There is a lot of stuff @_thewhitechapel #londonopen2015.

Some words: bricks, nudity, pottery, mud, lovely water colours, feelings, neon, stones.


Martin x 


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This a post I wrote for a doggy social network- ‘The Dog House.’

I’m a man (dog) about town.

London Town.

A dilletante, a flaneur, a bon viveur…

And as the weather improves there are a million more big and small things to enjoy in London.

My owner and I like nothing better than to glide around inside the capitals cultural hubs as well as in those tucked away gems… The shiny massiveness of the Tate Modern or the quirky and inspiring (and free) galleries of Bethnal Green.

But equally we enjoy the outside from the grandness of the royal parks to little gems like the Brunswick Road Green space in South Tottenham (my manor… You don’t know it…)

And there is no better excuse for a walk than a dog. To get out, to see, to contemplate… What’s on your doorstep.


Martin – ‘The Dog What’ xx



Today we walked round York.

First we went to York St Mary’s.

It was a church. There was art there.

Some words: “Through the refashioning of these inanimate objects we confront our own spacial presence within a collective soundscape.”

It was free.


Yesterday my mum and dad got married.

Some words:

‘Understand, I’ll slip quietly

Away from the noisy crowd

When I see the pale

Stars rising, blooming over the oaks.

I’ll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,

With only this one dream:

You come too.’
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “First Poems.”


Next we we went to the Castle Museum.

Some words: quality, old, stuff.


Some very special words:

Edward Monkton, ‘Love Monkey.’

“Come here,” she said. “I have something for you too.”

In her hand was a tiny golden heart. It was as worn and as scratched as Love Monkey’s own

…and it was the most precious thing that he had ever seen.

Love Monkey put his arms around her and they held each other for a long, long time.

“I shall treasure this heart for as long as I live,” said Dream Monkey, running her fingers over its ridged and dimpled surface.

Then they looked into each other’s eyes and, feeling the joy of truth in their souls for the first time, they began to laugh.

And often they sit together still, holding each other’s hearts in their warm hands, lifting them to the light…and laughing.


Martin xx