The vomitorium is simply not the same while Clammy is traipsing about Tokyo, offending other cultures, eating fish that are still twitching, and leering at strange men while her husband rattles in the grip of SARS. Oh how we kid- he just has a cold, and Clammy is not so much of a leerer as [...]
Me and my pal Violet went to see the Psychedelic Furs last night. And what else can I say but it was Captain Awesome. We were right up front, kissing distance from the legendary band, and they sounded great! The assembled fans, on the other hand, were a hideous nightmare of wattles and male pattern [...]
I’m going on the lam! See you next week, unless I deign to entertain you from Tokyo. In the meantime, watch out for falling 777s and downed power lines. -xxoo Share:
For your viewing pleasure here in the Vomitorium, this is one of my newer paintings. I have sold it to the Ladengalerie in Berlin for the next exhibition in 2005. So if you want to see it, get on a plane to Tegel. I promised the Kids in Germany that I would report to them [...]
This is the picture of Mr. Bowie, Emperor of the Pants, that hangs right next to my computer. He is my maestro. The concert was wonderful, apart from the fact that the bulk of the crowd justify the use of the word “bulk”. Oh what an unfashionable lot! There was not an avant-garde brow on [...]
I got to thinking about how good Mr. B manages to look these days. I am sure he has a whole team to work on him, like a NASCAR pit crew. I was racking my brain as to how I could emulate all this good grooming, and it hit me: botox! I already work out, [...]
