You may guess from the photo above where I've been; and from this link that much skulduggery is occurring there. There will probably be at least two Sheffield pieces, one focused one for BD, one where I ramble on a bit more about such things as Gleadless Valley, which I visited in the hospitality of the Sesquipedalist, and possibly another one about the place above. As things have been quiet on this space of late, I promise over the weekend some new posts, which will hopefully be on subjects such the liberatory potentials of self-surveillance, more austerity nostalgia horrors, Charlotte Roche, and perhaps if I can manage it a post which was suggested to me on the strange resemblances of the young Prince and Charlie Chaplin.
Also, Militant Modernism was yesterday officially launched (thank you to everyone who turned up, and who had to talk to me when I was either extremely nervous or extremely drunk) and is today officially published. Regular and increasingly desperate demands that you buy my book will be posted as the sales figures dictate. With remarkable swiftness, Stewart Home has already reviewed the launch, and you're no-one in this town if you haven't been looked at somewhat askance by Stewart Home. You can also watch the preliminary k-punk oration here, and me extemporising (always risky) and playing with my fringe, here, should you so wish.