not bad start, the font however suggests I have a comic sans personality, not good.

Working Title...Begging basement

I'm constructing, well the working title is 'begging basement'.

I have long concluded that street theatre outside of festivals is either non viable or very close to.

Having straddled the internets existence it seemed to me self evident that the internet, in terms of global eyeball/audience was the worlds most prominent boulevard.

Initially that boulevard was raucous and filled with small cheaply designed distractions, commerce was clunky and there was a surprisingly weighted congruence of experimental art and expression, creative guilds, individuals mixed with the usual scurrilous rapscallions and their older brothers the corporations.

Now it's mainly large multilayered deceitful vehicles owned by absolute fucking demons who if the world were just would be drowned in the spittle of whoever was nearby anytime they ventured anywhere publically.

As such everyone's traumatised, disempowered, overstimulated and constantly vexed and whole generations have had their brains rewired by third parties.

So yeah, dredging humanity from gaggles of passing pedestrians for collective yucks isn't what it used to be. Non viable.

I have plans to use the street theatre modality to incorporate all that is now shitty, [like constant demand for selfies] and using the failure of western society and its social mores I intend to produce online the income that the street cannot.

By being as malcontent as my heart desires.

The three main frames at my head height are going to either be links or hover-overs wherein the corresponding text will superimpose on the right where the smaller frames are.

I need to have a design conversation about whether hover-overs are not phone friendly and whether I should care.

So three elements provided by this page will be.

A brief description of 'the honour system' and how it historically was used to denote prices and appreciation.

A link to a 5 tiered Patreon

A curated small list of other peoples endeavours I want to promote. It's coming along...🙂

defining yourself is a luxury.

Disquietude.

Sup

pre internet shenanigans.. tokyo..ish. [photo from way south.]

story about concussion #428

My story is from the late 80's rather than 82. [I didn't go to clown school til 83 ]

Rob and I both got on local then longer reaching trains in Tokyo together and it wasn't til we were 2/3rds there we worked out each of us thought the other had bought the stilts.

We were heading to a shopping center with a very large entrance that had a huge screen that was the edited security footage of the entrance plus ads. We [Rob and I] had worked out it would be an ideal cheap thing to offer to work there if we got a copy of the footage. We put it to our 'boss' who was head of mitsubishi mirage marketing and he rang ahead for us and got us permission.

It was my job to go back home and grab both stilts and costumes, an extra two hours, while rob, with his superior and impeccably sourced Japanese language skills, talked to the representatives of the owner.

I returned and Rob and I played on stilts in a huge vestibule but also on escalators going up to six stories...and afterwards got invited to the exclusive apartment of the elderly couple who were the ultimate titans of the enterprise.

So Robs taking to them , having charmed them with his freak poly- linguistic intrinsically intellectual appreciation of their language in their apartment on the top of the shopping center . I am introduced by Rob to this elderly couple and politely put up with it before asking where their toilet was. I was directed to a room.

It had shag carpet. That's how confident this elderly couple were that they would never piss on the floor. That's how private this particular toilet was, this was the honour we were being bestowed.

The toilet itself was a Japanese push button nightmare, you opened the lid and everything lit up, in a language you didn't understand....so you just piss and shit anyway and then there are chimes and a humming sound and suddenly a small powerful stream of water directly hits your anus.

It may have been heatseeking, the technology was beyond me but my reaction was a short scream and me launching myself from the toilet and headbutting the door.

Everybody heard. Rob and the Owners of the shopping center and the toilet.

I headbutted the door and then looked back, the stream that was aimed at my anus was now arching out of the toilet and onto the shag carpet. I did what was required, against all my primitive impulses I over-rode them socially and used my ass as a cork and backed into the stream and tried to mitigate shag tragedy and took a seat on the fountain.

Japan is unique in how easy it is for collectively embarrassed people to avoid conflict.

We got out and got our footage but it was all before the internet so it may as well never have happened.

I'll delete this tomorrow but just for 24 hours my munch scream

Why does reality indulge this fuckwit? It's astonishing!. He sits in courtrooms quietly shitting under a blanket of charges and yet the world gives him the keys? Fucking species needs to go. Homosapiens can't even wipe it's ass.