Thursday, October 27, 2011

Lost in words - a Beat Motel special edition

Cover illustration by Mr. Millerchip
The glorious 'Sticky Institute' (a.k.a. Sticky Distro) in Australia put out a call to zinesters they have stocked asking them to make a special edition zine to raise some cash to keep their doors open.  There really is nothing like Sticky in the UK (certainly not that I know of) so by my reckoning it ought to be supported by anyone who has ever read or created a zine.  Although my zine Beat Motel hasn't done much recently I decided to flog its good name for any remaining good will that might be lurking and have created a (sort of) special edition.

Whereas Beat Motel was traditionally a home for music, daft band interviews, columnists and toilet humour the special edition is a collection of (very) short bits of fiction by yours truely, with a few other contributions chucked in to queer the quality curve.

Twenty Five copies of 'Lost in words' were printed and posted to Sticky to flog at a big zine event they were reprazenting, but due to the gloriously odd economics of zine printing I printed a few extra (not many mind) and if you're quick enough with your mouse and your typing digits you can buy one of these extra special Beat Motel editions.

This story zine contains the following stories

  • Compulsory random life obsolescence
  • Dig for Victor
  • Duck stuck in fence
  • Football and machismo turned to my advantage, finally!
  • Malcolm’s rest
  • The curious case of the late night knocker
  • The jumping, scratching, dog squirt story
  • The feet with a thousand followers
  • Ask your body
  • Crossing paths
  • It wasn’t pink
  • Time to think by Jason Last
  • Possible proposition outside Aldgate Underground Station
  • The curious incident of the black ties and the fake taxi
  • Debt to Music by Jenny May
  • DUI by Rich Rurshell

Buy Lost in Words story zine

Prices (postage is FREE)
UK £2
Europe £3
USA/ Australia/ Wordwide (£4)

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Sunday, October 02, 2011

The importance of bike helmets - Jamie's story.

Last year an illustrator/ fellow zine punker friend called Steve Larder asked if I'd like to contribute to an exhibition project he was involved in whereby he would draw portraits of friends and then ask them to provide accompanying text (you can read my contribution here).  The exhibition turned into a zine and when I received a copy I was particularly moved by the submission that one of the other contributors had made.  I am a passionate advocate of folk wearing bike helmets, and without wishing to make light of the situation detailed below I'm astounded that in all the many hundreds of times I had spills on my bike (before buying a helmet) I suffered no lasting injury.  The quote below comes from one of Steve's friends, a chap called Jamie who wasn't so lucky.

Steve has very kindly allowed me to pass on the except from his zine that you see below, and I am incredibly grateful to Jamie for sharing his experience in the first place.  Bike helmets are piss cheap and can save a lot of heartbreak for you and those who love you.  Find out more about Steve Larder's (frankly excellent) illustration work here - and here

"In the second week of December I fell off my bike.  I was found by the side of the road having a seizure with blood pouring out of my ear.  I have no memory of how I crashed, or most of the rest of that day.  I've read doctor's notes of conversations I had with them, seen my signature with the date marked on it, and talked to friends who visited me that day, and all of it was news to me.
All I remember about that day is thinking 'This is gonna hurt' as I felt my bike tipping and waking up halfway through a head scan and thinking my bike looked really out of place in the hospital room. 
I'd fractured my skull and had a blood clot in my head.  I had to spend two weeks in hospital while they decided whether I needed an operation.  When I was discharged the doctors noticed that my right eye wasn't closing properly, and a couple of days after that the entire right side of my face was paralysed.  I had to have more hospital appointments to discuss that.
They told me there were too many risks in operating, and that it should heal itself over time. Basically the nerves that control my face were swollen or damaged from the crash.  There's an 18 month healing period for this, but that doesn't guarantee complete healing.  Whatever I'm left with after 18 months is as good as it's going to get.  But I have healed a lot already, I still need to take my eye shut at night, and my smile is still lopsided but it seems to be getting better."