Anyone who is familiar with Last Hours will know we have supported FITwatch, a group set up to monitor police Forward Intelligence Teams at protests.
FITwatch has been targeted by police after the Millbank protests last Wednesday for offering advice to those in attendance at the protest about how to deal with the possibility of arrest.
The sites host was contacted by police requesting that the entire FITwatch site be removed for ‘attempting to pervert the course of justice’. It is not yet clear if a court order had been obtained.
As the fallout of this attack on legal and support infrastructure plays out you can follow on Twitter via the hash-tag #Fitwatch.
Addition 17th November: We’ve just heard that Fitwatch is back up and running. Visit http://www.fitwatch.org.uk/ for all the information that the Metropolitan Police didn’t want you to see!
Next Wednesday students and education staff will be demonstrating in London over cuts to education.
In attempt to engage anarchist struggle with the broader anti-cuts movement we will be sending ‘as it happens action reports’ to our twitter account. This will allow those unable to attend to stay updated with what is taking place but also allow retrospective analysis to take place.
We will also be distributing copies of Communique from an Absent Future for free on the day. The unions involved in this protest have called for the Government to ‘Fund Our Future’. As anarchists we demand not only an end to the most recent assaults on everyone outside the elite class, especially poor and working class people, but also that we recognise that another world is possible. One in which Governments, Banks and Corporate leaders no longer determine our future. Communique from an Absent Future addresses this issue from the perspective of someone within the educational system.
You can download a printer-ready version of this text here as PDF file (98KB)
Anarchists have also made calls for a more militant presence on Wednesdays protests.
We have just put a load of new stock in the shop as well as restocking some old titles.
Everything from CrimethInc. to Ardent, Gelderloos to Chomsky, Veganism to Insurrection!
Check it out here
It feels like ages ago since I wrote a recipe on here! Its’ been a manic summer spent finishing my PhD practicals, taking up Roller Derby and starting my NVQ in cake artistry! So far I’ve made flowers out of agar agar, sugarcraft xmas characters and soon I’ll be rolling and decorating my own Royal iced vegan celebration cakes – horay!
I’ve been so busy lately I’ve been in need of food on the run that isn’t just pasta and sauce so I hope you can enjoy this mega versatile omelette recipe!
What you need:
400 g silken tofu (IT MUST BE SILKEN – you can get it in Chinese shops, health food stores and even supermarkets in a ‘Red Dragon’ tetra pack)
2 tbsp cooking oil (I prefer the taste of olive oil here but I’ve used sunflower oil or even garlic and chilli oil to spice it up a bit!)
2 tbsp nutritional yeast flakes (this gives the omelette a cheesy taste!)
½ cup of Gram flour (Found in Indian shops and some supermarkets and is mega cheap)
1 tbsp arrowroot powder or corn flour
Optionals: melting vegan cheese, 1-2 cloves of garlic, ½ an onion chopped, ½ tsp turmeric, ½ tsp curry powder, chilli flakes, ½ pepper chopped, a few mushrooms chopped, vegan bacon rashers, marinated tofu chunks, soya pieces, anything else you have lying about!
What you do:
Blend all the ingredients together in a blender or with a hand whisk then stir in your optionals. Using a ladle, pour a big scoop into a warmed lightly oiled frying pan (non stick really helps here!). Spread it out a little using the back of the ladle or a wooden spoon and leave to fry on a medium heat until the top starts looking mat and dry. Flip the omelette using a spatula and fry for another 2 mins before chucking it on a plate. I like to then add grated cheese and a fried bacon rasher and fold in half ready to scoff but just add anything you like into the batter or as a filling! ENJOY!
Not only will Last Hours be at the Leeds Zine Fayre this weekend, but we’lll also be – along with Hey Monkey Riot – at Comica’s Comiket at the Royal National Hotel in London. It’s happening this Sunday – November 7th – and is running from midday to 5pm at 38-51 Bedford Way, which is just north of Russell Square. It’s free to get in and will have a whole bunch of comics, zines and small press goodies. You can find out more details about who’s going to be there on the Comica website. I’ll be selling Excessive Force, Diary of a Miscreant and back issues of Last Hours, as well as some of my new comics The Wall and Death of a Salesman.
It’s the first of three weekend events I’ll be tabling at in November. Handmade and Bound is on Sunday 21st November and the Alternative Press fair is the following Sunday 28th November. Both of them are at St Aloysius Social Club, 20 Phoenix Road, London NW1.
I haven’t written for ages because I had to finish my masters dissertation and then move to Berlin the very next day. In classic Chris style I coordinated this epic manoeuvre with working at summer camp the whole of August, moving out of my flat in London, making a new zine, trying to battle a pest epidemic in my house and trying to actually squeeze some enjoyment out of the minuscule selection of sunny days we had. I managed to have a successful leaving party which I thought might not work out too well when I realised it was August and everyone seemed to be away. But somehow around 25 of us terrorised the Sam Smiths pub, nearly drinking it dry, before a group of us went on to rent a private karaoke booth in the tradition of wonderful drunken brainwaves. “It doesn’t matter what it costs! We’ll take it!” My happiest memories of my leaving party were robbing the fridge to compensate for the high costs of renting the room, harassing the owner to give us free time in the room and a load of my oldest friends singing Limp Bizkit ‘Rollin’ while jumping off sofas and spilling stolen beer all over the floor. A good night. So, why Berlin, you might ask? I’m trying to turn my year of negatives ‘B’s – broken leg, bed bugs, break up, bronchitis, bills, into one single positive – Berlin! Things got off to a bit of a rocky start because my internship wasn’t quite what I was hoping it would be, as in, instead of being anything to do with communicating with people it is dominated by analysing data and Excel spreadsheets. Plus I’ve been struggling with asthma since arriving, but I’m on the up as Berlin is a great place to live. It has all the perks of London but cheaper, grungier and infinitely cooler. I’ve basically been eating myself into happiness and drinking beers like they are going out of fashion. Vive la dog on string! However, this arrangement is temporary, so if anyone has any suggestions about what I can do with my life afterwards, I’d be glad to hear them!
Last weekend I went to see Dead to Me, played table football, got fully into bouncing around in the pit for the first time since my accident and made friends with some moustached Germans who were free flowing with the shots. I feel like this was a typical night out in Berlin, where the possibilities of adventure are infinite and time ceases to exist in the dark recesses of rock venues. As this is the mainland and everything starts later than planned, it is not uncommon to go out for a ‘quiet night’ only to emerge blinking in the sunlight and covering your face like a groggy vampire. The morning after the night before, crawling out of my crappy bed in the ‘House of Nations’ where I live, I remembered I’d promised to go on a bike ride with some friends from England who were visiting. I can strongly advocate the bike ride as the best hangover cure there is. I met them and climbed aboard this vintage Dutch bike and prepared to attempt Berlin bike paths for the first time. We cycled along the Spree, down past East Side Gallery, through Kreuzberg and down to the old Templehof airport on the South side of the city. Templehof was built pre-WW2 and was once one of the largest buildings on earth. It was closed in 2008 and now stands desolate, grey and ghostly. A few old military jets sit discarded by the sides and the cracks in the runways are punctuated with weeds. The public can ride around on the runway, roller skate, play and fly kites, which gives life to what would otherwise be a barren landscape.
As I was riding around feeling rejuvenated, I got a text message reading something like this, “Hey, it’s the wrestler! You’re still on for tonight right? I’m putting you on the guestlist.” This doesn’t happen to me too often anymore, but I sat there and looked at the words on my screen as if they were written in French. Wrestler? Guestlist? What? I reflected back on my evening. I could remember inviting loads of people to play table football and throwing around 50cent coins like I was that kid from Blank Check. I could remember giving the doorman a lecture on English grammar because he kept saying people had to be quiet because the neighbours were ‘fucked up’. I remember sitting on the U-Bahn on the way to another party at 4.30 and then suddenly deciding I was hammered and stumbling down my road with my key in front of me like a medieval lance, as if it contained a magnet or homing beacon that would draw it directly to my lock. I remember all of that, but I don’t remember anything about a wrestler. I text back, putting on my best British politeness, and asked what time I should get there and where I should go. Why not? Some hours later I was standing in a line of wrestling fans with my friend Cat wondering what the hell I was doing. My new friend had got us pretty good seats, so we rounded up a few beers and prepared for the wrestling ’show’. I was unsure whether this was going to be ‘real wrestling’ or the kind of wrestling I’d been brought up on, the type with theatrics, chairs as props and ridiculous costumes. Fortunately, it was the latter, and before long I was picking up the German wrestling charts and standing up next to a child with a full length mullet screaming “FINISH HIM!” Amongst the wrestling concepts on display we had a straight edge wrestler, which was my new friend, The Vampire, a father-son tag team and an English street punk who would scream ‘BOLLLLLOCKS!’ every time he was thrown on the ground. Afterwards we stood chatting with the guys and I realised some kind of childhood fantasy as these muscled ‘heroes’ told me the secrets of their trade. 15 years too late, but still appreciated.
Other highlights of my time here in Berlin have been regular meals at Yo Yos, some casual tourism, Dead to Me and Jeff Rowe playing acoustic at the Ramones museum, Astpai, RVIVR and Offshore Radio at Subversiv (a squat venue with a huge banner reading “Refugees Welcome! Tourists Fuck Off!”, helping out with the Berlin Bombshells roller derby, Sundays walking around the big flea market near my house, sometimes preceded by the all you can eat breakfast buffet at Cafe Morgen Rot and late night wanderings on the streets of Berlin. It’s always tough moving to a new place and trying to integrate with new people, especially when you are ill all the time, but I’m trying to make this work for me and have some awesome fun before figuring out where I’m going to go next. Until next time.
* If you want a copy of Once More, With Morphine, my new zine, you will have to wait til I am back in the UK in December as I only got 40 copies to start with and they are all gone. However, let me know you’re interested and I will see what I can do!
We will be setting up our table of books and posters at the Leeds Zine Fayre on Saturday November 13th.
The event is taking place at Leeds University Union at 11am.
The zine fair will feature stalls from a zillion zinesters, community action groups, radical campaigns and collectives, art exhibitions and workshops on zine-making, eco printing, workers cooperatives, cabaret performances, veggie/vegan… food, and more!
More info at www.footprinters.co.uk
London Anarchist Bookfair
Saturday 23rd October
Queen Mary’s, University of London
We will have our usual table at this years London Anarchist Bookfair. We will be selling everything from CrimethInc. to The Coming Insurection, Emma Goldman to Peter Gelderloos.
As well as the usual reading material we are also setting up shop for our friends at Just Seeds this year. This is how they describe themselves:
Just Seeds is a decentralized network of 26 artists committed to making print and design work that reflects a radical social, environmental, and political stance. With members working from the U.S., Canada, and Mexico, Justseeds operates both as a unified collaboration of similarly minded printmakers and as a loose collection of creative individuals with unique viewpoints and working methods.
The bookfair has an amazing selections of workshops and discussions to take part in, including a talk from John Pilger, and meetings to organise against Government cuts to public services. See timetable
We are working on some major changes to the look and function of the site. It’s pretty exciting but you will have to bear with us whilst we get the work done.