And made and numbered twenty different Sealand-scapes.

Los Campesinos asked me to write something about a interesting conversation that I have had at any point in my life. When they asked me (via email) the parameters for what I could write about were pretty broad. The email explained that it can be a conversation that I’ve had over the phone, or a chat I’ve had with a friend over a cup of coffee , the email even went on to say that even an email exchange would suffice.
Sounds easy right? Just think about an interesting conversation and write it down. Unfortunately though I’ve been struggling with this (which is why I’m sending this to them at the last possible minute, sorry again Ellen). Now I’m not sure if it’s because of the company I keep, because I’ve been put on the spot to suddenly think of something or just because of my shocking memory but I can’t think of one single interesting exchange I’ve had with a person ever in my entire life. The only interesting conversation I can think of –rather tellingly- is one I had with myself in a dressing room mirror in Seattle after I’d lost my mind a little through drinking, but I don’t think I want to share that with you.
That might actually be the problem. I’m in the middle of a long tour of America at the moment and I’m sure when I get back home, I’ll have a flash of realization and inspiration will strike but at the moment all my energy is being used up trying to work out how to clean my clothes and finding something to eat that isn’t covered in melted cheese. In fact probably the most interesting conversation I’ve been having is the backwards and forwards emailing between me and Los Campesinios with them trying to get this piece of writing of off me. Now I’ve written it and sent it. I’m afraid that conversation has finished too. So as you can probably tell I’ve intentionally written something that strays outside of the parameters they’ve asked of me. In the vain hope it won’t be good enough and the conversation will continue. So next time I’m asked about an interesting conversation I’ve had recently I can use the chain of emails as the answer.
FUCK ROCK LET'S ART
I used to play the hoover in a band. When we played acoustically I'd play the dustpan and brush. That sounds like a joke but it's true. I've made 10 of these 'Fuck Rock Let's Art' paintings. They will all be individually numbered and signed by me in white paint. They are £55 (including postage) and made of black and white acrylic paint on a 24cm x 30cm canvas. They are not screen prints each is individually hand made. I am only making ten on canvas but may make a T-Shirt or Tote Bag.
Unprofessional Wrestling
It started off as just kissing
Now it’s a lot of sweat and a mess of limbs
We didn’t wait for a bell to ring
We’re unprofessional wrestling
Watch out for stray mattress springs
That carpet burn its going to sting
I can wear a leotard if that’s your thing
We’re unprofessional wrestling
I don’t even try to stop
What looks like a figure four leg lock
I don’t really care who wins
We’re unprofessional wrestling
I don’t think
I know what to do
We’re both still
Learning how to do these move
I don’t think
you know what to do
We’re both still learning
how to do these moves
We didn’t remove, our rings so
Trousers rip and a bra strap pings
They’ll be grazing on my shins
We’re unprofessional wrestling
I don’t know if I can cope
With you jumping from the top rope
You’ve already pulled my hamstring
Unprofessional wrestling
I don’t want you to put anybody else in
A full suplex half nelson
123 I’ll let you pin me
123 I’ll let you pin me
123 I’ll let you pin me
123 I’ll let you pin me
123 I’ll let you pin me
123 I’ll let you pin me
123 I’ll let you pin me
I cant wait to see what you do
As your finishing move
My ears are still ringing from Unprofessional Wrestling.
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