PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A CONSUMER: CATHI UNSWORTH

SONGS ‘Some Velvet Morning’ Lee Hazlewood & Nancy Sinatra, ‘Telstar’ The Tornados, ‘Bedlam’ Gallon Drunk, ‘The Gospel Singer’ Big Sexy Noise, ‘Give It Up’ Lee Dorsey, ‘Let’s Take It To The Stage’ Funkadelic, ‘The Gravedigger Song’ Mark Lanegan Band, ‘The Man With The Golden Arm’ Barry Adamson, ‘Yeh Yeh’ Georgie Fame, ‘Jack The Ripper’ Screaming…

Brit Noir Films by Cathi Unsworth

Pic (c) Julian Ibbitson. Brighton Rock (Boulting Brothers, 1947) Hard to imagine now, perhaps, but Richard Attenborough was perfectly capable of personifying evil and the first time he achieved it was in his seemingly effortless depiction of juvenile delinquent Pinkie in the first adaptation of Graham Greene’s peerless seaside noir. Ably abetted by a young…

The Hunt For The ’60s Ripper by Robin Jarossi

A serial-killer nicknamed Jack the Stripper murdered eight women in London during the mid-sixties but he was never caught, despite an extensive and expensive police manhunt. Was it because the woman were prostitutes and the general public had little sympathy for them? Or maybe the killer had inside information about the investigation? And is he…

Papaya Rocks Film Festival – submissions close in one week.

Indie filmmakers! Submissions to the first Papaya Rocks Film Festival in London close in one week. You can submit your Micro Short (max 2 min) & Short Film (max 15 min) via Film Freeway. The award ceremony will take place on 28th of February 2019 in the independent family owned Genesis Cinema in Whitechapel. Find…

Out by Paul D. Brazill

In the 1978 TV series OUT, poker-faced Tom Bell plays Frank Ross, a gangster who is sent to prison for robbery after someone grasses him up. Eight years later, Ross leaves the slammer and is confronted with a London that has changed and people that have changed. Instead of stitching back together his relationships, however,…

Fiction: CTD (Circling the Drain) by Saira Viola

The glitzy eye of the capital dimmed by savage wage cuts, job losses, unlicensed pawn shops, rampant racism, and those over fed piggy bankers. 5am: Underneath Waterloo Station. It stunk of skunk-sick man’s urine and a hungry bull mastiff. Empty cans of Stella, KFC chicken boxes, and orphaned, pound store socks lay strewn across the…

London Fings by Paul D. Brazill

‘Once our beer was frothy  but now its frothy coffee…’ – Fings Ain’t Wot They Used T’be by Lionel Bart In 1959, the great Lionel Bart turned Frank Norman’s London set play ‘Fings Ain’t Wot They Used T’be’ into a musical comedy about ‘low-life characters in the 1950s, including spivs, prostitutes, teddy-boys and corrupt policemen’….

Fiction: Rebellious Jukebox by Graham Wynd

He took the bus because the cacophony was minutely less than on the underground, where the tinny tannoy kept up its assault with nonsense messages meant only to confuse. Not that you could make out what was being said. Anyone who tried was daft. You could read the boards though the times listed were often…

Fiction: TATTOOED EYEBROWS by Richard Godwin

One of the best pieces of advice that anyone gave me at that time, came from a Moldovan hooker. # London, the underbelly of the city like every metropolitan moral sewer across the over-populated globe, heaves with sexual hypocrisy and the status seeking disease. It is a hot summer sky washed clean by the endless…

London Noir by Paul D. Brazill

‘London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.’A Study In Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. So, it’s no great surprise that Britain’s capital city has lent itself to its own particular brand of noir, from the likes of con man Harry Fabian and his fellow…