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Fred Goodsell | Blogs, Last Hours blog | August 26th | Comments off


Edd | Blogs, Hey Monkey Riot | August 25th | Comments off

hey monkey riot passport-lighter

Ten hours into the tour. Through Dallas passport control, one veggie burger down, and on the final leg to Portland.

Edd | Blogs, Hey Monkey Riot | August 24th | Comments off

ian tomlinson front cover final
It was going to be too expensive to ship lots of copies of Excessive Force across to the USA so I decided to re-publish the ‘Ian Tomlinson, G20 and Bad Apples’ story as a stand alone comic, along with the afterword, and one of the anti-police essays alongside it. Anyhow, I decided to redo the covers. Above: the front cover; below: back cover…

ian tomlinson back cover ink final

Edd | Blogs, Hey Monkey Riot | August 24th | Comments off

the wall cover
I’ve been working on this off and on for a coupla months now, and just got it finished in time to print the first 32 pages for tour in the USA. It’s a silent comic re-imagining the Wind in the Willows from a bucolic idyll to a dystopia full of walls, checkpoints, bulldozers and trigger happy conscripts. I’m pretty happy with how it’s turned out so far – I’m excited to see it at how it will look once it’s printed by the cool people at 1984 printing.

I’ll have copies on tour in the USA if you want a copy ( if you live Stateside, but will hopefully have some to bring back to Blighty in five weeks time!

the wall back cover

Edd | Blogs, Hey Monkey Riot | August 18th | Comments off

birmingham zine fest postcard 3

I finally got this done for the Birmingham Zine Fest postcard exhibition. Not 100% happy with it, but I didn’t have much time, so you know! Both the Birmingham Zine Fest, and the exhibition, look like they’ll be great though. It’s happening the 10th – 12th of September.

In other news, I finally got my zines finished for the USA tour. I’ll post some info on them later this week.

Edd | Blogs, Hey Monkey Riot | August 9th | 3 comments

I’m going on tour in the States during August/ September (, and am going to print up some copies of the ‘The G20, bad apples and Ian Tomlinson’ story as a stand alone zine (it first appeared in Excessive Force) because sending out Excessive Force was gonna be too expensive.

Anyhow, I decided to write an afterword to the story after Keir Starmer, the Director of Public Prosecutions, declared that there would be no charges brought against PC Simon Harwood in connection with the death of Ian Tomlinson. The whole thing looks like a complete stitch-up, and the comic runs through some of the inconsistencies. If you want to read more about it I think Keir Starmer’s speech when he announced there’d be no charges brought is the most insightful – it’s a fairly brazen argument about why the CPS won’t be recommending prosecution. The Guardian newspaper put it up in full here.

Click the images to see a version that’s easier to read.
ian tomlinson comic-afterword page 1
ian tomlinson comic-afterword page 2
ian tomlinson comic-afterword page 3
ian tomlinson comic-afterword page 4

Edd | Blogs, Hey Monkey Riot | July 29th | 2 comments

My friend Chris 12o5 is putting together a zine called ‘Once more with morphine’. I’ve not had any experience with morphine, but I do seem to have spent too much time around hospitals in my young adult life. Anyhow, I thought I’d draw a short comic about having my frenulum cut – the short bit of skin that connects the foreskin to the head of the penis – because it was too short (Frenulum breve). According to an article in the Guardian Frenulum breve affects 5% of uncircumcised blokes, but I guess doesn’t get talked about much so thought I’d draw a comic about the process (which was thankfully much less painful than Jonathan Cope who wrote the article on the Guardian!).

(click on the images to see a readable version)
Frenulum breve comic strip
Read more…

Fred Goodsell | Blogs, Last Hours blog | July 21st | Comments off

It has been a little quiet around here recently. It has been noted that one of anarchists largest failures is our inability to respond to changing social contexts like the recent change in government and the changing face of global capitalism or ‘recession’.

However we are working behind the scenes on some new projects we hope address these issues and continue our commitment to anti-authoritarian action.

At the end of August some of the collective are embarking on a tour of the US. Traveling from West to East participating in Anarchist and DIY events as well as sharing stories from the UK as we go. We hope this tour can deepen our own understandings of different forms of struggle taking place around the world as well as allowing us to participate in a growing anarchist network in the US. We will be blogging about the experience on this site.

Back in the UK we are working on re-building so that we can share information more effectively. We are creating new posters that will appear some time in the Autumn. We are working with friends on a book detailing the history of Squating in the UK in an attempt to put squatting back on the agenda for people who need or want free housing now. We are also working on ideas for several other projects that will become more clear in the coming months.

We are looking to take our radical book distro to more events across the UK. Please get in touch if you want us to come and table at your event. This autumn we will be tabling at the Bristol and London Anarchist Bookfairs, the Bristol Free Vegan Fair and hopefully Comiket, the Alternative Press fair and Handmade and Bound to name but a few.

Edd | Blogs, Hey Monkey Riot | July 17th | Comments off

Still busy with getting comics ready for the Zines on Toast tour (which hopefully I’ll post up here soon). In the meantime it was the birthday for both my Dad and sister last weekend. I made this for my sister:
Turning a house into a castle
It’s making fun of her new house, and DIY plans.

Then for my dad:
A travel ticket for an adventure we’re going on in October…

chris 12-o-5 | Articles, Blogs, Prancer | July 4th | 3 comments


“We’re gonna OWN THAT BITCH!”
My friend Jon is sitting braced in the back seat of a car filled with people and various musical equipment. It’s a Sunday night and we are racing down the main road in Putney chasing the number 37 nightbus so that we can get ahead of it and I can jump on it. Eventually it pauses, we overtake at high speed and screech to a stop at the next bus stop. I stumble out into the road with my crutches, sleeping bag and backpack as someone in the car, I don’t know who, screams “GO GO GO GO!” I scramble onto the bus, waving goodbye while the three other people on the bus stare at me, and sink into my seat. I’m exhausted. I spent the weekend in Southampton at Homestead fest drinking cider, making new friends, dancing on one leg, eating cake and being so sickeningly positive I don’t think I should elaborate any further for fear of making you vomit. There’s something about those weekends, the ones which start with street drinking and late night dancing to 90s pop punk with your friends in East London and end with you crawling home on Monday from a Hot Water Music gig physically ruined from having what can only be described as too much fun. What’s even better is starting it all again the following weekend with a camping trip, seaside, animals and scrumpy cider.

Since I’ve been able to walk a bit better I’ve been trying to compensate for the amount of fun lost in the months where I stayed in my room crying and thinking about how much having a major injury sucks. This period of activity has reminded me that I love my life, I love my friends, I love driving with the windows rolled down in the West country with my friend looking for a place to camp wild on the moors, just like I love swimming in the cold British sea and getting changed on the beach even though men come up to you and say things like “I see you” when they catch you doing it. I love a new friend inviting you over for cakes before a gig where people actually talk to each other and the walls are practically shaking with the impact of everyone singing along. I am fully aware that it’s totally cliché to talk about living each day as if it’s your last, but right now I feel like time is limited and I want to enjoy every second of it. Although I’m the first to admit excessively DIY positive folky stuff that preaches about bikes and friendship can start to wear a little thin and become repetitive, I can’t help succumbing and gushing like this on a balmy summer’s evening with no one to reign me in with a healthy dose of realistic cynicism. It’s sunny in England and that rarity is something not to be wasted as it’s going to feel like another century before it happens again. And, as Jon Bon Jovi rightly put it, we can sleep when we’re dead. Or at least, we can save it up for a bed day with good company or for the boss’ clock.

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about growing up. I’m at another point at which things are ending and there’s uncertainty about what I’m going to be doing six months from now. All around me my friends are moving in together, unlikely marriages are being announced and school friends are pumping out babies left, right and centre. Whenever I meet with old friends or family I am faced with the questions, “So, what are you doing next?”, “What jobs are you looking for?” and “Is there a special man in your life?” as if it is a biological certainty that I should be doing *something*, whether that be looking for well-paid employment or finding someone to impregnate me and settle down with. Even people who I thought were the epitome of unconventionality have made passing jokes about my lack of direction or their own shift to conformity. I find it all very troubling as I (immaturely?) can’t figure out why having no real plan except to enjoy life can’t be considered a viable mentality by the general public. Although I accept an element of inevitability in all of this, coupled with the fact that my inability to adequately support myself right now will force me to accept some of these realities, I just can’t trace the moment when we all grew up. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think I’m Peter Pan, just as I don’t think I’ll never become one of these people, I just can’t stop wondering what record I was listening to so intently that it made me miss these transformations. When did everyone get promotions and pension plans? Was I too busy listening to The Steal and making fanzines?

I’ve just come back from a really nice barbecue with really nice people in the really nice suburbs. People talked about their new flats and their jobs and it was all really nice. It was genuinely a really nice time. Unfortunately I spent a bit of the time feeling like a balloon set adrift from the bunch. I felt like if someone asked me what I did at the weekend, the answer “Well, I drank six cans of Strongbow, crammed into a sweaty living room while people crowd surfed on ladders and other household appliances, then went into a room where my friend Richard smashed up hundreds of old VHS tapes and then me and twenty odd people wrapped ourselves up in the tape while drinks spilled everywhere and people wore stray masks picked up from the floor and others climbed inside a wheelie bin” would not quite match the answer “We picked out wallpaper for the new flat.” This year I am celebrating approximately ten years of going to gigs in London, ten years of making zines and ten years of having conversations where you try to explain how a night out doesn’t have to be a wine bar in central followed by a kebab and a taxi home, but can entail sitting on rooftops drinking beers, climbing on top of a pile of your friends while your favourite band plays or riding home as the sun comes up singing Blink 182 at the top of your lungs. It doesn’t bother me that I’m doing the same things I was doing ten years ago as I’m constantly moving forward and as long as I still enjoy going to gigs and my friends want to indulge their inner kids on week nights and weekends, then I’m still in.

That was too posi. I should definitely go and listen to some Fall of Efrafa now and think about the plight of the rabbits.

PS – Doing a cut’n'paste zine about accidents/injuries/illness/hospitalisation in general.. would love contributions! Get in touch!