Thoughts , Memories and Conflicts

Would , could , should a photographers approach change when creating reflections of their own life , some pictures can betray the trust and privacy of friends & family , is it worth the risk …

Is it okay to photograph people not living their best lives in the name of ART ?

Seeing the work of Graham Smith in the spotlight again has reminded me of the conflicts I felt years ago , I always admired Smiths work but became conflicted ( rightly or wrongly ) when I began to understand how close he was to the people and places in the best of his pictures , I was never happy with some of the captions that accompanied the work either , I never really resolved my thoughts on this at the time and I still fail to resolve them now , I am no stranger to the hard drinking culture of the NE and have memories of scenes like those from The Commercial from my life and local pubs , I never considered this part of my life with any seriousness as a photographic subject , I saw the potential but some of my local pubs were dangerous places to drink in , let alone photograph !

I won’t repeat the “plasma on draught” gag , or the “bandages on the legs of the furniture” observation …

Drunkenness , cameras and hard men create a potentially menacing , unpredictable cocktail !

“The truth might be that my camera was just an extension of my drinking arm” !

Graham Smith

Almost all of the work I saw on the walls of Side Gallery including Smiths looked as if it belonged there , this was a serious local gallery that possessed a level of empathy , integrity and unity with its audience , these were locally based photographers telling the stories of local communities with more than a small amount of understanding and talent , this felt like the right work , in the right place at the right time , Side went on to build a international reputation .

My photographic world at this pre-internet time consisted of life in the east end of Newcastle , Bath Lane college , Side Gallery and a few influential photo mags , beyond this , my photography world was flat , I knew nothing of what existed beyond my geographical photographic limitations , until …

Until I experienced a little bit of success myself , my recognition within the Benson and Hedges Gold Awards showed me another side of Photoland , one that I had never really considered , one that I thought had nowt to do with me , the awards ceremony for the B & H awards was to be held at Hamiltons Gallery, Mayfair , London , accompanied by drinks and canapé , which was all very well but WTF is / are canapé …

I mention this not to brag but to help readers understand a lesson I learned from Hamilitons , this place might of been dripping with prestige , famous faces and paparazzi but it did not feel like the “RIGHT” place for Doc photography or pictures with sincere compassion , this was 1980’s excess , I couldn’t see how my “Stuff” , Side stuff or serious Doc stuff could live in places like this or how photo audiences like this could relate ?

This was a chalk and cheese comparison or should that be chalk & canapé ?

I managed the canapé , the bucks fizz and too many free fags but I could not square how poverty themed pictures , middle class voyeurs and posh galleries could inhabit the same space , I still struggle with this , lesson learned , all galleries are different …

The takeaway point from this post is for socially aware serious photographers to consider carefully , where does the work you make really belong , good pictures can and do take on a uncontrollable life of their own and can / do metamorphosise into something else without changing at all , I can’t believe that Graham Smith ever imagined his pictures from The Commercial would end up at MOMA or that he could have considered the problems that would follow the local media “Boozers & Losers” criticism …

“I received a threat of violence from two distant drinking friends prominent in my photographs. Their message, sent by word of mouth, was also on behalf of others who were enraged by what they had read in the papers.

Graham Smith

It’s a fickle world , Side Gallery okay but MOMA appeared to be a step too far for some ….

Reminds me of the old gag , What do London based editorial photographers call people from Wallsend , Walker or Byker ?

Answer : The subject …

It’s fair to say that all any of us can do is try to make pictures with integrity of now for now with one eye beyond , a wider more considered awareness of how pictures can be interpreted might prove to be essential in todays critical culture , social media can be a elephant trap for photographers , beware …

On reading this back I was reminded of the Smith / Killip , Another Country show at Serpentine Gallery, 1985 , the answer to my question of how poverty themed pictures inhabit posh galleries in this case is , with great difficulty ! Apparently the framed pics for the Serpentine show were too big to go through the doors of the Gallery , following much head scratching & door removal , the large framed prints were eventually squeezed in …

The symbolism of this pushing & pulling of oversize framed prints is not wasted on me , I’m unsure if these poverty themed pictures were being pushed , pulled , shoved and shoe horned into todays Artworld , or if the Artworld was trying its best to keep poverty themed Doc Photography out ?

Answers on a postcard …

Either way I’m convinced that socially aware pictures need to be shared in the “Best” places for the “Best” of reasons , social media feels too frivolous to me for meaningful work , serious photography deserves more than a “Like” or a “Share” , as the Stones said “you cant always get what you want but if you try , sometimes , you get what you need “ …

Our early intentions appear to get lost somewhere along the way , I’m still conflicted by my purist values but these are hard times , what would I do … ???

Most of the photographers making socially important work do not worry me , however I possess serious concerns about the integrity of the new scrolling audiences for poverty pictures and the togs that grow within this voyeuristic culture …

Context is / was everything , MOMA is a long way from Side Gallery , in fact it’s another world / country …

Great to see Graham Smith back in Photoland …

Genuinely interested to hear considered views below …

… some of my local pubs were dangerous places to drink in , let alone photograph , the eagle eyed among you might recognise this pub as the local of the fictitious Viz character Sid The Sexist …

“I started photographing Middlesbrough and with a life time support from my wife Joyce, was guided well away from what otherwise may have been a wasted future”.

Graham Smith

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A Ghost Story For Wintertide

Every now and then I like to be up with the larks and steal a march on the day ahead , just as the sun is rising the air is cold and the shadows are long …

The best days are usually accompanied by mist and lashings of photographic optimism / curiosity !

The tourist trade describes the village I inhabit as one of Englands “most haunted” villages , once you have that thought planted in your head a creative mind could & should be forgiven for “SEEING” things …

A few years ago I was walking the dog on the banks of the river when I was struck by the sight of footprints that appeared in the frozen grass heading in the same direction as me , these footprints were the result of the hard hoarfrost that covered everything in a silvery glow in the weak winter light that was emerging in the dawn , the mists and the glow gave this day a real ethereal feel …

I made a few pictures of this and that and hugged my Old English Sheep dog now and then , he was both a valuable source of heat and companionship on this memorable winters morning , as I crouched down messing with the dog I noticed that the footprints in the frost were still with us and looked identical to the imprints from my boots that were behind us, they were the same in size , stride and tread …

This was becoming a bit odd , coincidence ?

I decided to follow the foot prints deliberately and see where this frosty , cold trail led , I was genuinely curious now …

After a few miles I began to breath heavily , I had walked further and faster than I had originally intended , my exhaled exhausted breaths hung in the frozen winter air like unfulfilled dreams …

I eventually recovered from my exertions and pushed on , still fighting for breath , creating bad pictures and implausible explanations for the strange footprints , just as the first snow of winter began to fall heavily , new fresh footprints were still appearing ahead of us in the crisp fresh snow , they looked like mine , like the ones behind us in every way but that was impossible …

I could not understand how “MY” old footprints could appear , the land was flat all around , we were the only ones out walking on this strange winters morning ?

I remember thinking I need to get ahead of this and decided to test the reality of this scenario as I approached a “T” junction on the path ahead , we turned left towards the old church even though I really wanted to stay right on the riverside path , surely I would rid myself of these mysterious footprints now , you’ve guessed it , the prints continued on the path to the church , I stopped , messed with the dog and thought about going back to the car , this was becoming seriously concerning , my bouncy boisterous Old English Sheepdog was quiet and uncertain , I’d not seen him like this before , he loved being out in the snow , his mood had changed …

I put him on the leash and continued towards the old derelict church as the snow and the imprints continued …

I approached the lych-gate of the old church with apprehension , fear and disbelief , the footprints continued all the way to the lych-gate before stopping suddenly !

On the other side of the gate “My Foot Prints” vanished , they were gone , thank god !

My relief was short lived as I watched “My Foot Prints” being replaced by new Imprints of what looked like four men walking in step , in a ceremonial formation , they appeared to be slowed by the burden of carrying something , I won’t say what I thought they might be carrying …

The imprints of eight slow walking feet , made by four invisible “men” were being created before my eyes , this unhurried ghostly walk continued for what felt like a lifetime , through the sadness of the overgrown church yard , past the ancient weeping willows …

Just then the tracks stopped , dead !

The locked , abandoned , derelict church door appeared to be the end of this “hallucination” but it was not , the “ formation of feet ” continued walking again through the ancient medieval church door …

At this moment the echoing silence was broken by the sacred incantations of long lost souls fading on the blue mists , disappearing into a onwonted , unwanted grave …

I tried to gather my thoughts but my thoughts would not , could not be gathered , I could not make sense of events , what had just happened ?

Where had the trail of blood in the snow come from , was my dog injured , was I losing blood ?

Were these events real , surreal or a “Shaggy Dog Story” ?

Suffice to say that “My Foot Prints” appeared once again and led us back through the blood stained snow , back to where I thought I had parked the car …

I heard a strangers voice in the distance …

Hello , Hello , can you hear me David , can you hear me …

I heard whispered conversations that did not belong to friends , I heard the voice again …

Hello , Hello , Hi David , your going to be okay , the dogs fine , Hello , Hello , David your in ICU , your going to be okay , the dogs fine …

I opened my eyes , “You’ve been in a accident , you came off the road at “Old Church Junction” the voice said …

Just then the warmth of the Pethidine ran through my veins doing what Pethidine does …….

I heard the voice one last time , Hello , Hello , Davi ………………….

I began my fight for life …

This story began on the morning of Old Hallows Eve , I was discharged on Christmas Eve and reunited with my Old English Sheep Dog on Christmas day …

The Old Church was converted into luxury flats back in 2012 , no one stays there very long nowadays , they have all become holiday lets , villagers say the occupants hear incantations…

I couldn’t possibly comment , I find that sort of thing hard to believe but I know what I know …



" I Hope " ...

I understand the doubts that accompany the “Best” Street photographs , I understand that viewers frequently disbelieve that the pictures that defy the odds of credibility are genuine candid moments , I get it …

Those who are possessed by the “Street” obsession and who are putting the time in are less surprised by the moments that appear before their lenses , in fact if you ever get close to productive “Street” photographers and see how hard they work , how frequently they accept failure as part of the process and how deeply focused they are , you will wonder why these “Fully Formed” photographers do not find more “Special Moments” !

Good Street Photography is directly related to a evangelical belief that life , light , the universe and everything will align for the camera , Street Photography becomes a collaboration with reality once you’ve wobbled your head and found the “Right” mindset …

Let me state for the record that I find the best of my own photography unbelievable , sometimes I feel like the recipient of serendipitous photographic gifts , the best pictures feel like they happen to me , rather than something I create , its like finding a ten pound note on the pavement when your skint , the fulfillment of hope , need and optimism in a brief unexplainable moment …

Its this finding of a somethingness amongst nothingness that is the real buzz for me , god knows we all need a little somethingness and hope in our lives right now …

Does the “INTEGRITY” of a image matter ?

I believe it does , with AI producing bespoke imagery on request , moments created in the real world by real photographers with real talent should be valued above tech inspired works.

Social media audiences are already in deep decline , will the bots and AI tech eventually kill off the internet and blur the line between truth and lies to the point of apathy ?

Dead internet predictions are a serious thing , there are only so many memes , pics and influencers folk can can take …

Hello , hello are you real , are there any real people out there …

Special thanks to Steve Wales for inspiring this brief blog …

I didn’t see the person who created the shadow in this picture , right shape , right place right time ?

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Byker The Book , Revised ...

One of my fave photo-books just got an upgrade , don’t miss it !

Byker the book by Sirkka-Liisa Konttinen has just been revised , hard backed and printed beautifully by publisher Dewi Lewis …

Looks as if all things Tyneside are on trend photographically right now , Killip has a new posthumously published book , Sirkka has a new edition of Byker arriving before Christmas and the 20 / 20 exhibition featuring the work of Graham Smith / Killip is at Augusta Edwards Fine Art , until Nov 6th .

I am fortunate enough to possess original editions of almost all of the Tyneside work that I first viewed as a teenager at Side Gallery , Newcastle, back in the day , all of this work is of global importance photographically , artistically and historically , check out all this work if your not familiar …

My loyalties are always torn between my original paper back first editions and the shiny new editions that keep appearing from all my fave photographers , although I have a sneeky preference for the older print editions knowing full well that many of these modern editions do not really ring my bell , tonal perfection of my fave pics feels like a misrepresentation to me , I prefer the darker print values of the original Byker book , it is print quality of its time , were these pics made to enjoy a full range of tones ? I like my photo-blacks to be as black as coal , its a true overprinted 70’s - 80’s vibe that I know well , I like what I know …

A letter to Santa may be in order , have you been good this year …

Byker , Revised edition 2022 , Sirkka-Liisa Konttinen ,


Byker , 2022 the book by Sirkka-Liisa Konttinen is published by Dewi Lewis

Graham Smith / Killip , 20 /20 is showing at Augusta Edwards Fine Art , until Nov 6th 2022

Chris Killip , the book is published by Thames and Hudson .

Chris Killip , retrospective is at Photographers Gallery , London until February , 19th , 2023 …


Killip

Good to see that Killip is finally getting the recognition in England that he and his photography deserved years ago …

At last the big book , the London show and Magnum representation …

Shame he’s not alive to see it , proof if proof were needed that British Photography is not a meritocracy …

Why are the best British photographers only given the establishment nod posthumously ?

He couldn’t even get a interview to teach photography at Newcastle Poly back in the day , now he’s a national treasure ?

Demographics eclipse photographics in England …

Strange place “Photoland” or should that be La La Land !

Chris Killip , the book is published by Thames and Hudson .

Chris Killip , retrospective is at Photographers Gallery , London until February , 19th , 2023 …

All rights , words and picture David Barrett

A blog from 2021 …

THE BLOKE AT THE BUS STOP !

October 12, 2021

Few people would describe me as shy or quiet nowadays but it wasn’t always like that …

It’s fair to say that I have been a big fan of all things photographic for almost all of my life , my humble Tyneside roots put me in the right place at the right time in many ways, as British Photography was shaping its voice, I had a ringside seat and everyday access to the 1970’s locations that inspired some of the worlds best photographers to create some of my favourite photographs and photo-books !

Wallsend , Walker and Byker were all very much my neck of the woods and part of my everyday , Side Gallery was also a hugely inspirational & influential hangout for the teenage me…

The work of Sirkka Lissa Konttinen , , Chris Killip & Graham Smith were amongst the first photographs I ever saw in a gallery setting , the teenage me never really knew how good this stuff was on first view as I had no yardstick with which to measure “Good Photography” at this time in my young 1970’s life, I knew nowt but I knew what I liked !

I thought that all Doc Photography must be like this ????

To cut a long story short the photographers at Side impacted my entire life in such a positive way that I studied photography and pursued a photographic career , in the early 1980’s I set up a project that introduced the people of Walker to photography as a recreational pursuit, we built a Community Darkroom and created a strong group that met once a week formally and frequently informally , we even ran fund raising discos upstairs in the Scrogg Inn public house ! Great days and great music , I became Dave Double Decks , DJ of a real 1980’s Disco by default …

In the early 1980’s I was familiar with most of the Killip work that eventually found its way into the acclaimed Photo-Book, In Flagrante , 1988 , as I had watched the body of work grow at Side Gallery , many of the views were from my everyday life at this time and Killip’s work showed me how to photograph and interpret the reality of my life during the era of de-industrialisation in the NE of England , I used to walk the streets seeking out the exact view points featured in Killip’s pictures and make a “Barrett” version with my £30 used Yashicamat LM , bought from a generous neighbor with my first weeks wages !

I had brief sightings of “Mr K” at Side Gallery but sadly I would not get the chance to meet Chris until many years later or so I thought ?

The truth is that I was meeting Chris Killip once or twice a week at the 39 , 40 bus stop on Welbeck Road but I didn’t really believe it was him or have the confidence to strike up a conversation and ask the ID question , you don’t expect your teenage Photo-Heroes to turn up at the Library Bus Stop week after week !

Just like you wouldn’t expect to see HCB in the “Middle” club on Raby street , Byker ?

Looking back I reckon I must have spent many cumulative cold, windy hours in the company of Mr Killip observing a polite silence or muttering nonsense , like you do with “Strangers” at the bus stop !

As I awaited the bus I would ask myself , “Is that him , it could be, naaa , looks like him, it can’t be , it is , naaa its not” ? It took me almost forty years to resolve this …

Another confession I must get off my chest today is arguably more embarrassing , the photo project I set up on Scrogg Road in the old doctors surgery was about forty meters away from the house that I now know Chris occupied in the early eighties. One day, when we were out beating the drum for our community photo project we unknowingly leafleted the house he lived in looking for new recruits , just as the leaflet was about to be posted at Mr K’s house, the door opened and a guy took the leaflet saying he wasn’t interested in photography but his fellow occupant “Chris” might be, he was a “Keen” photographer , Geordie understatement if ever there was , for the record “Chris” was Killip , he never joined the Walker Photography Group but I know he got the leaflet !

The irony of trying to recruit Killip to our ragle-tagle band of photo brothers and teach him photography still makes me smile , a very happy ironic memory !

Finally , I have carried the “Killip ID Uncertainty” with me for most of my life, I have never really been certain who the bloke at the bus stop was , I knew who I wanted it to be and I had “circumstantial” suspicions but I also knew that a Walker lad like me doesn’t get to meet his revered photo-heroes at the local bus stop !

Do “Famous” photographers catch the number 39 bus … ?

In 1980’s Walker they do …

I had the good fortune of meeting up with Chris at Parr Foundation many years later, in 2019 my suspicions and his ID was confirmed, we discussed many things , including life in Walker , the Scrogg Inn and the cold windy Walker Library Bus Stop …

Mr K never gave off the aura of a Master Photographer , he appeared to be a ordinary bloke to me , I think that is how he liked it and that’s my excuse …

Happy days, told ya it was him , told ya …

Hindsight is a marvelous thing …

Sadly we lost Chris Killip on 13th October 2020 , wish I had spoken at the bus stop , I have hazy memories of Chris and his house mates attending the Disco upstairs in The Scrogg , I could be wrong , they were great nights after all …

Rest in peace Mr K

All words and picture rights David Barrett , 2021 .

David is based in the South West of England .

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Rearrange Your World ...

A “proper” Street Photography blog today !

Lots of the images I create are made instinctively , the very nature of “STREET” does not allow me the luxury of slowly considering , composition , structure or the “visual hooks” I intend to exploit , that’s not to say I do not understand all this stuff , I do buts its deeply buried in my subconscious and sometimes I only get the chance to “READ” my own actions & technique after “The Moment” of capture, when the pic exists …

Many moons ago , when I was 20ish I came across a fashion picture by John Swannell that not only relied on a cut off (decapitation) composition but featured a second models head appearing in a head lock under the first models arm , not unlike “That Street Pic” of mine , truth be told I was really taken with Swannells fashion pic both graphically , conceptually and more importantly the lesson that this pic held within it’s frame …

Swannell had pulled off one of the great visual tricks of all time , he had taken the classic fashion model and rearranged the form , everything was in the frame but in the wrong order , the head had been cropped off and appeared to reappear somewhere else , it appeared that the model had her own head under her arm …

The picture relied on two models but was still very striking at first glance …

The average person expects life to be delivered in a certain order , heads usually live on top of shoulders , its quite discombobulating when they don’t !

This trick works because the brain needs to match things up , its how we perceive the world , we have built in expectations of things being in the right place ,so much so that even when the elements are not associated we will subconsciously associate unrelated parts …

Try it , exploit cut off composition and rearrange life on the streets , in no particular order ????

Do two halves make a whole ? Understanding why some pictures work is important …

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“That picture” inspired by John Swannell, 30yrs apart …

They Seek me out , honest !

Those who have been reading my ramblings long enough will be aware of my sincere belief that I do not find all the moments that I capture , I honestly believe that sometimes the pictures find me …

I know , I know, I can hear your disbelief from here , however today I’m going to tell you a tale that will convince you that the pictures find me or at the very least confirm that I’m a “Very Lucky” boy !

There I was sitting alone on Monday afternoon , minding my own business , failing to learn a new bass line as the wheels were falling off the UK economy …

Suddenly I was distracted by this rather fetching fleeting shadow , thankfully my camera was at hand …

Proof if proof were needed that even when I’m in dodgy musician mode the elements conspire to create mini masterpieces that I am unable to resist and have to metamorphasise myself into being a “Instant” photographer instead , it’s not a good thing when your trying to get a blues vibe going !

I just couldn’t find the groove due to the distraction of this aesthetic interruption , I’m considering a EXORCISM or at least a few extra bass lessons …

Strange how some shadows appear around the house on a regular basis and others just make a elusive one-off guest appearance , this is one of them …

This is more or less as it fell out of the camera , I chose not to correct the warm colour cast …

Hope the pictures start finding you soon …

Tuesdays just as bad , Wednesday is worse , Thursday is oh so sad , etc, etc

PS , When I hit the “A” on the keyboard for the “a” that proceeds the word exorcism I must of accidently caught the CAPS LOCK , so when the word EXORCISM came up in caps , I was more than a little startled but I wasn’t scared, … honest ????

Have a good week …

Stormy Monday , 2022

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I could get behind this …

Watching Sky News papers last night Susie Boniface came up with the best UK political slogan I’ve heard for a while , admittedly it sounds familiar in tone and lacks ambition but it is extremely British …

I could get behind this …

“Lets Make Britain Normal Again” Susie Boniface , Daily Mirror

Have a “Normal” day , must give a nod to the Daily Star front page headline today too , HONEY I SHRUNK THE QUIDS …

2 , 4 , 6 , 8 never too late ...

Have I fallen down a worm hole or some other time shifting device ?

I’m awaiting the alarm from the clock but it is not going off , my instinctive survival alarms are going off but this is’nt a bad dream , this is the reality of 2022 and my sense of De ja Vu is tangible , my local shop IS playing the Tom Robinson Band , 2, 4, 6, 8, Motorway on the radio , Nena is singing Red Balloons on the telly and the Government has just announced a budget that is not a budget , the pound is weaker than a Tories resolve to resist a bung and Thatcher-esque policies are making a come back , this is 2022 !

“Leveling Up” has been leveled and trickledown is being rerouted and seen for what it realy is , a flow of capital upwards towards the kleptocrats !

The Department Of Budget Responsibility has been silenced and has not been allowed to comment on the UK’s latest roll of the economic dice as this budget , is not a budget , it’s a “fiscal event” , we are witnessing the last corrupt hurrah of a government that is bankrupt morally and financially …

The latest incarnation of casino economics feels like last orders in the “Last Chance Tory Saloon” , the posh lads are trousering what they can while they can as the rest of us look on , awaiting the bill…

Why do I mention all this stuff today on a Street Photography blog ? Well I’m hoping to inspire some of my “Socially Aware” readers into action , the last time the UK felt and looked like this turned out to be “The golden period for British Photography” in my view , Parr was at the top of his critical photographic game , Killip was photographing the deindustrialisation of the nation and Paul Graham was discreetly documenting unemployment offices , admittedly its going to be harder gig this time around but the hardship and division will be real enough …

The photography of those times was reflective of “The Time” , Lets not forget Sirkka-Liisa Konttinen’s Byker project which was a deep photographic study of the dismantling of a Community in the name of “progress” or Marketa Luskacova’s study of working class leisure time on the beaches of North East England , life might not be a lot of fun right now but the truth is that these dark days are a rare opportunity for those who can SEE past the bull shit to create work of significance , as a photographer you are in the right place at the right time to witness the historic impending failures of the UK state disguised as policy … .

The question is , will you engage with the here and now and depict what is going on or will you produce a few dead pan portraits of poor people and pretend to be walking the walk …

If your inclined to remain impartial & apolitical you could always photograph a bit of fruit , as life really is a bowl of cherries for some …

The world is going to pieces and people like Adams and [Edward] Weston are photographing rocks! Henri Cartier-Bresson.


Wallsend , For Every Generation …

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Let me show ya ...

I was saddened today as I watched the BBC’s Nick Robinsons interview with former Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn , it’s a while since I’ve been this engaged by a consistent , coherent politician , whatever your political colours you have to admit that he got a lot of the big calls right and still does !

To be fair Robinson did a decent job too , shame this tone was hard to find back in the day in both the media and the Labour party …

I’m old enough to remember spending my Sunday evenings watching the legendry darts quiz show “Bulls Eye” with the hapless compare Jim Bowen , I loved it , I thought of Jim this morning as I watched Robinson and JC chew the inconsequential fat …

I felt like the contestant who had lost it all on the throw of a dart and Robinson was showing me “what I could have won” , I felt as gutted as the bloke who lost “the speed boat” and ended up with a Bendy Bully …

I didn’t want a speed boat anyway or the caravan …

I’ll learn to make do with a bendy Bully …

I’m done with game shows …

PS , My old friend Nick Brown MP has recently been suspended as a investigation is launched into unspecified allegations , this man has given his life to the party and the Newcastle East constituency , first they came for …


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