Phill takes us through London and explores Paolozzi's industrial-sized sculpture of steam-engine inventor James Watt's (you Watt?) head and his his sculpture of Isaac Newton in the style of William Blake. Phill ends up at Tottenham Court Road station where he's previously only seen the brightly-coloured Eastbound platform artwork when drunk and heading back to Essex.
GOOD EVENING, I'M FROM ESSEX IN CASE YOU COULDN'T TELL… THE TRAVELS OF EXILED ESSEX MAN PETE MAY IN THE THAMES DELTA
Showing posts with label Phill Jupitus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phill Jupitus. Show all posts
Friday, 7 April 2017
Phill Jupitus goes underground
Phill takes us through London and explores Paolozzi's industrial-sized sculpture of steam-engine inventor James Watt's (you Watt?) head and his his sculpture of Isaac Newton in the style of William Blake. Phill ends up at Tottenham Court Road station where he's previously only seen the brightly-coloured Eastbound platform artwork when drunk and heading back to Essex.
Monday, 16 March 2015
Phill Jupitus's family values
Nice piece on the Family Values of Leigh-on-Sea's Phill Jupitus in the Family section of Saturday's Guardian. Phill talks movingly about being brought up by his mum Dot in Stanford-le-Hope and on not knowing his late biological father. Plus some wise words on how he sees parenting being about being "a safety net". Jupitus is currently appearing in Mel Brooks' musical The Producers, touring in the UK. For more of his thoughts on Essex there's a whole chapter on him in my book The Joy of Essex, where we discuss the joys of Two Tree Island, the cafes of Southend's Arches, Canvey Island and the view from his home across the Thames Estuary.
Sunday, 13 April 2014
Phill gets poetic as Porky
Enjoyed seeing Leigh-on-Sea’s favourite son Phill Jupitus
perform as Porky Poet at the Tristan Bates Theatre on Saturday night. Jupitus
began his career as performance poet Porky the Poet back in 1984 (as well as
being a great cartoonist) and is reprising his verse for some gigs at the
Edinburgh Festival this summer. Phill managed to eke lots of humour out of the relatively
low turnout by joking about the Tristan Bates being the only West End theatre to
have a cloaking device and saying, “this is what you get when you quit twitter.
I have 250,0000 followers, you can have 10,0000 each!” Porky’s poems included
reminisces about his first Blondie gig, the flooded fields beneath Hadleigh
Castle and being the man who missed a tea party with the Clash. And it was
strangely gratifying to hear him exclaim, “David Cameron can suck my balls!” in
such an intimate setting. All this plus mentions for all seven classic Doctors in Doctor Who and a free Porky the Poet badge at the end too…
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