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Posted By jonnyP

The fun graph obviously indicates the possibility of a scary winter. More like terrible winter. But looking into the near future August looks pretty shit if you ask me. No wonder the govt. are increasing mortuary capacity.


What do we do with this as we drift towards pseudo normal? Trying to relive the halcyon days of shopping paradise, drifting around in search of that endorphine fix from a purchase, or buying kebabs with shedded Virus droplets and chilli sauce.


We're ready to go, go, gone. Who's being had?


We hope to have "Working for the Man" on release prior to this eventuality.


X jonny



Posted By jonnyP

Working For The Man 1.


Regarding ‘The Return to “Normal”’ or “re opening the economy”…….


1) No!

2) No! No more “Working For The Man.”

3) It was never normal.

4) More like a psychotic drug with psychopathic side (and centre) effects.

5) Still is.

6) The system ain’t dead quite yet. But is still killing us off.

7) Not by method but by greed and stupidity.

8) Not a conspiracy, but a stupidocracy.

9) Re opening won’t work anyway.

10) re infection spikes, no apparent immunity. close down again, again, again..

11) It’s the pandemic age.

12) Supply chains snapping, cracking and broke, with the emphasis on broke.

13) The collapse of energy profit.

14) Where were all those spare part widgets for our things and toys, not manufactured this first quarter?

15) Drought.

16) Working for the man always was invariably boring

17) And in the main subtracts from our commonwealth

18) i.e. economic growth = death

19) No, No return to “Normal” please

20) No more tedious BBC/Govt. abstract data, statistics, punditry and alleged expertise. 

21) It’s grey culture of authority and official wisdom

22) No more labour for sale, rent and mortgage.

23) No more abuse of land and animals for the sake of kinky appetites.

24) More of less, readily available to all in abundance.

25) More kind regard, less stinginess.

26) More thinking, talking, contemplating, care and reflection. over and over.

27) The repair job requires the qualities in 26 prior to action

28) Our “leaders” and managers are bereft of these capacities due to expensive and damaging education.

29) The repair job is about repairing what was broken by “Normal”

30) Forget normal. It never was but an extraordinary elaborate aberration.

31) Working For The Man, single release on Bandcamp coming soon….. X Jonny

Posted By jonnyP

April 24th   Dear Bubbles, Farewell and thank you for your friendship and excellent cat teachings, Arriving here in our neighbourhood at The Hollow, many years ago with your loving ‘people’ Katy and Ollie, you were somewhat scratchy and jumpy along with your propensity for purring. This was understandable, you came from a rough estate in an area of known “rural deprivation”. And of course most of us humans can only imagine the instinct injury from early parental separation, which seems to be the lot of the house cat.


Coming here you fell on you feet as cats do. A spacious enclave of garden wilderness, with much cover for hunting, prowling and sleeping. Over time you became a master of all three. An excellent ratter, which was an essential service. You couldn’t be talked out of snatching the occasional bird, (not so popular). But on the whole you seemed to sense we favoured your rat work which was peerless. However this paradise at the Hollow was a tough and arduous territory for you to protect from interlopers. Many a night we heard yowling as you faced off Major Tom and Chairman Meow and more recently that huge fluffy tabby that gave you a few deep wounds. One of those I wonder did it turn into your tumour? You successfully saw off all three, giving your all to what must only be in cat terms, a matter of life and death. I remember seeing you set to with Major Tom on the steep bank, the two of you locked in as a huge black and ginger cat ball that rolled with speed and ferocity down the bank.


You attended community meetings that seemed important to you. However you were often distracted by your erotic attachment to our sofa hanging. Scratching, rubbing and biting took you off agenda. You once attended Thursday morning Zen meditation, entering through the window to join us as the group sat still and silent. Just the once, maybe that was enough and you attained enlightenment with that single effort. 


You offered a Zen teaching one summer as a priest and a group of practitioners sat in the garden earnestly discussing UK Soto Zen. You somewhat showily leapt the chicken fence from a seated position with such cool and grace. Then loped over to greet each of us one by one. moving around the circle purring and rubbing as you always did. Ingen our guest Zen priest cited your performance as the highlight of the weekend. We talked, you walked.


You passed away well living with the scars of the many spectacular fights as you protected this patch of earth. before you entered retirement by the cat mint or on a pile of warm leaves, anywhere that seemed fitting for your incredible talent for rest.


You were my favourite cat as if preference matters. Objectively the best cat in the world, I’m sorry this matter is not up for discussion. Bubbles will rest in peace as he’d already mastered that art, before the mercy injection Thursday afternoon. There’s a gap in The Hollow where we will place our sorrow, love and memories for you…XXX Jonny

Posted By jonnyP

Fear and Shopping in Watton;


Andy Smith the bands resident graphic artist and video maker sent me this message the other day. His wife Anne who’s an animator/artist has a chronic lung condition, so we won’t be sharing jokes for awhile. Check out Andy’s work on our website and send messages of love via this blog or the You tube feedback.. Love to you all Jonny.


Hi John


Glad to hear you're both ok.  And thanks, Survivors did spring to mind but I couldn't remember what it was called.  It does feel like we've slipped into a b&w 70s docu-drama - either that or some kind of Biblical coda.  I think the weirdest thing is that having become accustomed to consuming news at arms length, through a screen or print, suddenly it's outside everybody's fucking front door.  Except of course that you can't see it (no matter how many Instagram filters you use).


Was in a dilemma last week, whether to give up the job and risk the DWP withdrawing support for having made myself unemployed.  As it turns out, the question has been answered for me, and as my boss has been good enough to include me on the payroll, it looks like I'll be eligible for the 80% handout.  Ty BJ.  Just wait until the bill lands for that one a few months down the line.


Yes, really worried about passing the virus on to Annie.  Even if one's lucky enough to bag a delivery slot, there's not a lot available online.  So on a real world, practical level, there's little alternative except to make an occasional foray into Watton on the off-chance that Tesco might have some food for sale.  But man, it's scary.


On the positive side, at least there's the opportunity to get productive, and the time to work up some personal project or other, a rare luxury.


Really, take care of yourselves

Andy & Anne

Posted By jonnyP

Sunday March 22nd 2020


Keep your distance


This is our tenth day of this weirdness, A sense of urgency, currents of stress as priorities turn upside down. My shed neatly stacked with my music gear, props and merchandise, the ingredients for gigs, festivals, party’s and workshops. I wonder will the stuff find use again. I write these posts for the Bands blog. A band with a half finished Album and a new extreme limitation.


This was coming like Christmas, yet who’d have thought it when living it’s reality. Socially awkward has a new expression as we negotiate ‘distance’. Everything is touched, our utterances spray fine droplets in the air. The Virus even hangs onto hair, so the scissors are coming next.


In 1623 the Scientist philosopher Francis Bacon in De Augments Scientiarum wrote. “For you have but to follow and as it were hound nature in her wanderings… neither ought man to make scruple of entering and penetrating into these holes and corners, when the inquisition of truth is his sole object”.


Well that went well! Seems we took him at his word and “entered” and “penetrated” every hole and corner of this dear earth releasing a cascade of ill’s…


Rob Wallace writes on Ebola “Commoditizing the forest may have lowered the region’s ecosystemic threshold to such a point that no emergency intervention can drive the Ebola outbreak low enough to burn out. Novel spillovers suddenly express larger forces of infection. On the other end of the epicurve, a mature outbreak continues to circulate, with the potential to intermittently rebound.

In short, neoliberalism’s structural shifts are no mere background on which the emergency of Ebola takes place. The shifts are the emergency as much as the virus itself… Deforestation and intensive agriculture may strip out traditional agroforestry’s stochastic friction, which typically keeps the virus from lining up enough transmission.”


If I dare to translate. By clear felling, stripping“enter” and “penetrating” an ecosystem that has been in dynamic equilibrium for thousands of years. And setting in place a ranch,pig farm, palm oil or soya agro industrial installation. Multiple pathways for exotic bacteria and pathogens are released an able to mingle and cross species. It’s like opening the box and smashing the lid. At to that the exotic meat fad to spice up our jaded barbecues, we’ve cooked up a recipe for disaster (capitalism).


Our fossil fuelled arrogance forgot that actions have consequences. Our native relationship to that which sustains us betrayed. The horticultural hunter gatherer traded in the Earths and all beings equilibrium, so a few folk can sit in gold towers and dazzle us as we dine on an uneven share of the scraps. setting us not only against nature but also each other. In so doing we substantiated a delusional narrative of me with ideology, identity and money. Our broken hearts create shadows of anguish in our unconscious.


Now we are in lockdown with ourselves and each other, while biological will topples our sense of omnipotence. Invoking “the Dunkirk Spirit” (wasn’t that a massacre and retreat?), “take it on the chin” “We can beat this together” draws on the failed ideas that got us here. In following Francis Bacon’s word we repeatedly threw the baby out with the bath water.


I wonder what wisdom is left in our herd memory that can nurture an ecology of love and reciprocity out of the virus infested corpse of greed and domination?