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The Avant-Garde & Pamela Anderson Versus The Playland Arcade & Punk Rock – Steve Finbow Interviews Stewart Home

Tuesday, April 30th, 2013

We were to meet in a pub that’s name is a mash-up of Poe’s Masque of the Red Death – concealed identities, immorality, disassociation, depersonalisation and Gothic materialism – and the trending critical theory of hauntology all retro/futuristic absence/presence, the past inside the present. But the Masque Haunt has no postmodern pretences and the closest it gets to Derrida’s Spectres of Marx is the library named after the 19th-century revolutionary socialist a ten-minute walk away in Clerkenwell. The Masque Haunt is a Wetherspoon’s boozer – low on prices, high on pissheads and it’s located on the corner of Old Street and Bunhill Row – Silicon Roundabout and William Blake, Bunhill Fields and the bodies of plague victims – hauntology a go-go. Stewart had just returned from California where he had been promoting his new novel Mandy, Charlie & Mary-Jane, and I had just recovered from a burst appendix and a laparotomy leaving my abdomen looking like it had a purple zip from sternum to pubic bone. I fancied a pint and I owed Stewart a glass of Islay (but he was drinking lime and soda – result). We were there for a catch-up and to talk about the new book, which I had just read and enjoyed, as I have the majority of his 20-something works over the past 25 years.

From Mandy, Charlie & Mary-Jane: The essence of a great genre movie is that it is as much like every other film from its category as possible. It is not originality that makes genre flicks classics, but rather the complete opposite.

Steve Finbow: Forgetting Benjamin to Baudrillard via Barthes reproductive simulations, your books (I belch and say books rather than novels) flirt with genre rather than full fist them, are you interested in crime/sci-fi novels (take your pick) or genre writing’s non-canonical stance/state?

Stewart Home: Genre fiction and literary fiction produce and mediate each other – of course genre fiction is preferable to literature and is less obnoxious but ultimately you can’t just abolish one of these categories, you have to get rid of both. That said I find elements of interest in both crime and sci-fi. Crime in particular often features nicely stripped back prose as opposed to the prolix bollocks of British literary fiction in particular. And the way, for example, Mickey Spillane treats the passage of time in his Mike Hammer novels (through the abbreviated description of the consumption of a pack of cigarettes among other things) is a lot smarter than what you’ll find in most literary fiction. Likewise, the way Jim Thompson gradually undoes the reader’s belief in the first person narrator in books like The Killer Inside Me by showing the narrator to be crazy and unreliable puts most literary post-modernism to shame. On the other hand, Lynne Tillman, Kathy Acker or Ann Quin all do these things just as well in their own way and in what is treated as literary fiction. However, the bigger names in literary fiction – Martin Amis or Philip Roth for example – do everything very badly. So while in pulp there is a mix of good and bad writers at all levels, literary fiction is dominated by a load of extremely bad and boring writers. Ultimately we need to get rid of all these genre categories that produce and mediate each other – and literary fiction is, of course, in itself a genre – and get rid of all received ways of reading and writing, and instead create something new and truly contemporary, while not forgetting that the communities that throw up cultures are more important than the cultural artefacts we’re left with.

MC&M-J: All great artists have a famous doppelganger.

SF: If that’s correct, who is yours? Who is the anti-Stewart Home?

SH: I think that’s false because the idea of great art is ridiculous. But if it was true I guess my doppelganger would have to be Pamela Anderson, who is seriously hot but shows no interest whatsoever in creating a new world without art or any of the other elitist garbage that characterises the reigning society. And one of the great things about writing fiction (or even non-fiction if you happen to be me) is that it allows you to take on and explore subject positions that are in fact NOT your own.

MC&M-J: ‘Who are the real cannibals?’ Is it those in the overdeveloped world or so-called ‘primitive’ people? I then told the students that Cannibal Holocaust also delivers a scathing critique of the media, showing how it manipulates events to create news’ stories.

SF: With the News of the World phone-tapping story and the involvement of police and politicians, isn’t it a case of auto-cannibalism, the media’s attempt to create stories created a story about itself that then brought about the death of the media? This is proper viral news, the death of the host means the death of the virus until/unless it is passed on – the Sun on Sunday.

SH: I think the phone-tapping story still has a long way to go before it is fully played out and we probably won’t ever know more than 10 percent of what really happened. Likewise, the death of the media is very similar to the death of the avant-garde: rather than experiencing death as silence we get the clatter of neo-critical production announcing a death that is forever delayed by endless chatter about this long anticipated demise. The media, like the avant-garde, might be on a life-support system but news of its death is rather exaggerated.

MC&M-J: When technology completely alienates us from our fellows, the most over privileged people from the overdeveloped world are instantly transformed into the most vicious savages of all time.

SF: Do we have a new Sade among us? A new Bataille? In what way do you think new technology alienates us? Doesn’t it allow us an instant interconnectivity with the other? I jotted this down just after finishing MC&M-J, ‘Human beings when solitary are classifiably insane, it is only when we are with others – defined and limited by the other – that we dare to be reasonable and rational, where we suppress our desires and rages, our perversions and obsessions.’

SH: The Christian fundamentalists in the American Bible Belt are the worst example of ‘modern savages’ who are far more barbaric than anything we’ve seen in this world before. They’re armed and they have a massive political influence on the world’s only superpower – that’s truly horrific. I understand insanity as a deviation from a social norm, so I would say it isn’t possible for a totally isolated individual to be insane since there is no norm to judge them against. On the other hand I’d also view a completely isolated individual as not fully human since we are by nature social beings. And isn’t that why we’re less than human under capitalism also – because although we mix with other people we suffer from social alienation! Moving on, technology isn’t neutral and Web 2.0 is more about consumerism than mass creativity. A lot of the corporate platforms like Facebook, Google+ and WordPress.com are extremely restrictive in terms of their institutional puritanism and deem even items such as Gustave Courbet’s Origine du monde (The Origin of the World’s L’Origine du monde (The Origin of the World) as pornographic when users post reproductions. These platforms aren’t there to enable people to do things, they’re there to serve corporate interest through activities such as data mining.

MC&M-J: Oh, yes it is. Oh, no it isn’t.

SF: Just before this classic piece of dialogue, you write about punk, the Sex Pistols, Sham 69 and the whole anti-prog-rock stance of punk as being more seminal to its founding and development than the political environment; yet prog-rock and punk both suffered from their pantomimic excesses – dry ice and bad opera from the former and over-the-top characters from the latter. Do you think the English have a pantomimic DNA?

SH: The narrator isn’t me and doesn’t necessarily express my views. The section about prog and punk is a parody of my experience of being on a talk radio show 14 or 15 years ago with Billy Bragg among others. I’m using Bragg’s position which I’d view as too simplistic, rather than my own views. Pantomime is a big part of our local culture here in London and people throughout England love dressing up – punk and prog drag are a not fully expressed manifestation of the desire to cross-dress, something that is far more successfully realised in pantomime (where men often play female roles). However, very often transgendered cross-dressing in pop music is a cover for a lack of talent – and I guess it is even more evident in someone like Siouxsie Sioux than it is in Steve Strange.

MC&M-J: The Walton Hop, the disco in the south-west London suburbs where King picked up the child victims he sexually molested.

SF: I used to go there when I was 12 or 13. We used to get the bus from Feltham to Sunbury and walk the rest of the way drinking Newcastle Brown and Newcastle Amber, maybe a dope pipe, some blues. We were Bowie boys – bad haircuts, plastic sandals, mohair jumpers our mums had knitted. Where did you grow up and what are your memories of sexual predation?

SH: I didn’t like where I grew up so from the age of 12 on I used to go into the West End of London without adults to hang out either on my own or with mates. So right through my teenage years I used to have a lot of closet cases (men who were mostly married too I’d guess) trying to pick me up around central London. None of them were successful although it was sometimes necessary to tell them to fuck off rather forcefully. The closet cases would hang around the streets or anywhere else they might find young boys but they didn’t tend to come into the punk gigs. The sexual predators who came into the clubs tended to either be out of the closet, or were very occasionally much older women who’d offer me and other kids money to have sex with them. I can remember being horrified when the first time this happened, some pensioner came into a punk venue at the end of the show and offered me money to go home with her – she must have been in her seventies. I ignored her so she just went around offering teenage boys money for sex until she found one who said yes. There were also guys who’d offer like £100 if you’d be bum-fucked on camera – and they’d say you wouldn’t even have to have your face in the film. Obviously the omission of faces was to protect them since they were going around asking underage boys to do this. They were offering what was a lot of money at the time and I saw kids accept the offer, personally I didn’t go for it. I also heard other kids tell them by way of reply stuff like: “I’d like to stick a red hot poker up your arse, the wrong way round, so that you burn your hands when you pull it out!”

MC&M-J: The killer doll Chucky is possessed by the spirit of a vicious serial killer called Charles Lee Ray. Chucky self-consciously parodies the studied nihilism of post-modern teenagers, while the scenes in which he strangles and slashes his victims are comic if, like me, you don’t find them terrifying.

SF: Throughout the novel you reference serial killers, do you think a nation is defined by its type of serial killer, or is it defined by its media’s reaction to the serial killer?

SH: I think serial killers are treated in different ways in different cultures – so they might be seen as a sort of rugged American individualist anti-hero in the USA, but in Europe they’re more like sad but dangerous nutjobs.

MC&M-J: The campus is a near perfect setting for a zombie film since it is built around a lake.

SF: Stewart Home writing a campus novel – Bradbury, Lodge, Coetzee, Roth and now Iyer, Royle and Home. Why this genre?

SH: I thought it would surprise people, but I did it differently from how it had been done before. I really don’t like books like Bradbury’s The History Man, so I thought some genre-bending was in order. Also I wrote about half the first draft when I was writer-in-residence at York University in 2005 and completed the novel shortly after I was out of that post, so the material was to hand. The book just sat around for seven years as I wasn’t happy with the deals I was offered for it. The 7/7 material seemed to really upset a lot of publishers when I was first showing the book around at the end of 2005. If it had just been a campus novel I’d have probably got it published much faster. And of course there are more students now than ever, so a bigger potentially interested audience probably accounts for the renewed interest in the campus novel. I say in the book the campus is a closed institution but more reflective of the gender mix in society than say the military, so it can act as a microcosm of a larger system. Not everything I have the narrator say is stupid, I thought a mixture of sense and nonsense would make the book more interesting for most readers.

MC&M-J: She was followed by the novelist Stewart Home, who seemed more interested in the sound of his own voice than culture.

SF: Talking to Lee Rourke a few weeks ago, we agreed that your back catalogue of ‘novels’ should be re-released by a major house. I see them as a collection of trilogies – Pure Mania, Defiant Pose, Red London and onward. Maybe with Richard Allen-esque Stewart-Home skin/suedehead poses of the time on the cover. Do you see your work structured that way?

SH: I see the books more or less that way. But the first trilogy is Defiant Pose, Red London and Blow Job because of the way they address anarchism and fascism. Pure Mania and Slow Death kind of work together because they’re about different parts of the culture industry. In terms of a critique of ideology I considered Defiant Pose, Red London and Blow Job to be a conceptual trilogy as I wrote them although they don’t feature the same characters. Mandy, Charlie and Mary-Jane hangs with Cunt; while Down and Out In Shoreditch and Hoxton, 69 Things To Do With A Dead Princess and Come Before Christ & Murder Love also work together as a kind of loose trilogy but I wasn’t thinking of those books in this way when I wrote them. Tainted Love bookends with a novel I finished last year that isn’t published called The 9 Lives Of Ray The Cat Jones (both are written as autobiographies and based on a lot of research but since they were written by me and after the death of the person I’m effectively ghosting without their involvement they are fiction – the first draws on my mother’s life and the more recent book the legend of the most famous criminal in my family, Raymond Jones). Maybe Whips and Furs should be put with The Art School Daze of David Hockney when I finish the latter project (both use a lot of ‘found’ text but rework it as patently fake ‘autobiography’). I don’t think Blood Rites of the Bourgeoisie or Memphis Underground particularly fit with anything else I’ve done.

MC&M-J: My actions shall live on to inspire future generations.

SF: And the next thing?

SH: When I’ve finished The Art School Daze of David Hockney (a detourned sadomasochistic art school novel) I’m tempted to write a book set around the late-seventies punk scene in London, and in particular the crowd that went to see Adam and the Ants in 1978 and 1979… but maybe by the time I’ve finished the book I’m currently working on I’ll want to do something completely different.

Upside Down In Oslo

Monday, November 26th, 2012

Although I’ve been to Bergen in the west of Norway more times than I can count, until this weekend I’d never been to Oslo. The reason for the trip was that I had a few pieces in Again, A Time Machine at Torpedo/Kunsthall Oslo. Exiting the airport with Katrina Palmer, I found that Nordic precision led the coach driver to tell us that he only went to the central bus station not the central train station. We decided to risk this and arrived in central Oslo to discover – not very much to our surprise – that the central bus station was very very close to the central train station.

Rather than find the bookshop and gallery that were hosting us, Katrina and I headed first to The Anker Hotel where we chilled for a couple of hours. We then found our way Torpedo/Kunsthall Oslo where we were greeted Jane Rolo and Gavin Everall from Book Works, who introduced us to Elin Maria Olaussen and Karen Christine Tandberg who were putting us on. I had a look around the exhibition featuring Stewart Home (aka Mister Trippy – that’s me!), Dora Garcia, Jonathan Monk, Laure Prouvost, Slavs and Tartars plus The Book Works Archive. I particularly liked my own work – a wall painting and two films – but then I would wouldn’t I!

Next we moved on to a restaurant where we were joined by Will Bradley of Kunsthall Oslo, one of his technicians, and last but not least a representative of the agitprop group Slavs and Tatars. Everyone else seemed to be eating fish but I went for the vegetarian option; a surprise rather than something listed on the menu – and it turned out to be creamed potatoes, tomatoes, peas, some really wild mushrooms and other groovy non-exploitative nosh! After our 4pm dinner, we went back to the gallery for the opening of the show at 7pm. The place was rammed and the kids were loving it. I spoke to a whole lot of different people but I didn’t catch all of their names, so in the interest of fairness I won’t mention anybody. After much wine had been downed some of us headed on to a bar, while others went to catch some shut-eye.

Saturday found Katrina and I at breakfast but there was no sign of the Slavs and Tartars representative who was also at our hotel (but who cannot be named for security reasons). We’d arranged to eat together at 9am and then head out at 10am. We discovered later that The Tartar was recovering from a night of serious drinking and this was why he failed to rendezvous with us for an outing to see the Gustav Vigeland sculptures at Frogner Park. The park is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist and the most popular tourist attraction in Norway, averaging between 1 and 2 million visitors a year. The Vigeland Sculpture Arrangement covers 80 acres and features 212 bronze and granite sculptures all designed by the supremely obsessed Gustav Vigeland.

An area was prepared for the installation of the Gustav Vigeland fountain in 1924 and eight years later the final plan was released by Oslo city council. Most of the statues in Vigeland’s section of Frogner Park depict people engaging in activities such as dogging, preparing to have intercourse, wrestling, dancing, hugging, holding hands and other sexualised frolics. Vigeland also included odd statues – such as one featuring an adult male fighting off a horde of babies or those featuring two individuals of the same gender together- to remind us that some men and women seek to resist the link between sex and human reproduction.

In 1940 The Bridge was the first part of the Sculpture Park to be opened to the public. 58 of the park’s sculptures reside along The Bridge, a 100 metre long, 15 metre wide connection between the Main Gate and The Fountain. All are clad in bronze and most are overtly sexualised nudes. At a low point on one side, close to water, are statues of babies with one standing on its head, and two others in what appear to be the yoga poses of cobra and table top.

The Monolith Plateau is a platform made of steps that houses The Monolith totem itself. 36 figure groups reside on the elevation and officially represent a “circle of life” – but in reality are so sexualised that they function as a text book example of polymorphous perversity. Access to The Plateau is via eight figural gates forged in wrought iron. The gates were designed between 1933 and 1937 and erected shortly after Vigeland died in 1943.

Construction of the monument began in 1924 when Gustav Vigeland modelled it in clay. The design process took ten months and the initial model was then cast in plaster. In 1927 a block of granite weighing several hundred tons was delivered to the park from a stone quarry in Halden. It was erected a year later and a wooden shed was built around it to keep out the elements. Vigeland’s plaster model was set up beside it so that three masons could copy the design. Chiseling began in 1929 and it took 3 stone carvers 14 years to complete the work. It was finally finished at the end of 1944 and shortly afterwards the shed surrounding it was demolished. The Monolith is 14.12 meters high and is composed of 121 human figures rising towards the sky. Officially they represent man’s desire to get closer to the spiritual and the divine. In reality they reveal Vigeland’s obsession with sex and death and the piece brings to mind mass graves and the Nazi holocaust. Indeed, as recently as 2002 a bronze statue called Surprise was added that reinforces this reading. The plaster version of Surprise was completed 1942, only months before the model – Austrian refugee Ruth Maier – was sent to Auschwitz and murdered by the Nazis.

The sculpture area is laid out with an obsessive symmetry and this combined with its sexual content means that the entire ensemble is ultimately a monument to kitsch. Once Katrina and I’d had enough of Vigeland’s absurd idealisation of the “Nordic’ nude, we walked back to Torpedo in the centre of Oslo. The Slavs and Tartars representative showed up about an hour after us, just in time to catch a presentation by Jane Rolo and Gavin Everall about Book Works and then deliver his own talk. There followed a break in which the audience drank complimentary wine and ate waffles. Katrina Palmer then read from her novel The Dark Object before I stood on my head to recite modified penis enlargement spam collected together in my book Blood Rites Of The Bourgeoisie. Once I was back on my feet I gave a short lecture about Marx, Bakunin and Bordiga and their very different relationships to the Russian Revolution (which was of course a capitalist and anarchist revolution, and not in any way communist). I then proceeded to shred a copy of my novel Down And Out In Shoreditch And Hoxton while explaining why this increased its value by transforming it from a mass produced cultural commodity into a unique one-off luxury art object.

Once I’d finished people headed in various direction. Katrina and I, along with Elin and Karen from Torpedo, made our way to Kunstnernes Hus (The Artists’ House) for a free screening of Paris Is Burning. This is a 1990 documentary directed by Jennie Livingston that chronicles the drag ball culture of Afro-American and Latino gay and transgender groovers. I spotted a number of people who’d been at our event at Torpedo/Kunsthall Oslo at this screening presented by Girls Like Us. Once the movie was over there was drinking and talk before a number of us headed off to meet up with other friends for more nosh. Norwegian hospitality is very convivial and there was much more eating and drinking to be done… But what happened next is really another story….

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

A Bigger Splash Opening At Tate Modern

Wednesday, November 14th, 2012

As The Tate, and in particular Tate Modern, gets increasingly populist there is a curious disjunction between the art world insiders who attend the private views and the audience at whom these exhibitions are aimed. On my way in to the opening of A Bigger Splash: Painting After Performance I ran into Jemima Stehli, Milly Thompson and Coline Milliard, among others.

The first room was reserved for the biggest names – who even most of the tourists who flock to Tate Modern will recognise – Jackson Pollock and David Hockney. It was here I ran into Avi Pichon who told me he’d just returned to London from a trip home to Israel. Until I pointed it out, Avi had managed to miss Jackson Pollock’s Summertime (1948), which was laid out flat on a low plinth beneath a film of Pollock painting in his studio. Later Coline Milliard quoted a piece of the curational promotional blurb about Hockney’s painting A Bigger Splash (from which the show takes its title) that she featured in her Artinfo preview of the exhibition: “the painting becomes an artificial backdrop that opens up a theatrical space, implying the viewer’s entrance into its fictional role.” Milliard then told me (as she had told readers of her blog earlier that day): “Surely this is how all painting has operated since the Renaissance.”

Room 2 was where I ran into Tate film curator Stuart Comer and we exchanged a few words as I took in that this space was yet more familiar ground for me: Niki de Saint Phalle, Yves Klein, Giuseppe Pinot-Gallizio, and the Japanese Gutai group. Next came The Viennese Actionists, Hélio Oiticica, Jack Smith, Stuart Brisley etc.  – all names that will be instantly recognisable to anyone au fait with the more transgressive end of 1960s and 1970s art and anti-art. This was followed by a less successful room dedicated to the idea of identity transformation and then an equally strange transition to installations with a focus on single contemporary artists or artist groups.

I spent a long time hovering at the transition point between parts one and two of the show – not because I was looking at the work – this was the result of falling into conversation with Nicole Yip, who currently curates at the Firstsite Gallery. While the first part of the show was a bit too obvious from my perspective, most of the work in it is at least worth checking out. I didn’t see anything I liked in the second part of the exhibition, but I found the kitsch tat of the Slovenian IRWIN group particularly redundant and ridiculous. IRWIN’s tosh is an embryonic and poorly thought through form of institutional critique that apes totalitarian forms and often ends up appealing to male adolescents (of all ages) who dream of strong heroes and absolute truth: exactly the opposite response to the one the IRWIN tossers claim to want – or at least you might be led to believe they want if you are gullible enough to accept the claims made about them by some of their fanboy ‘critics’.

Milly Thompson had been keen to get through the exhibition fast so that she could get to the booze. I lost sight of her early on, until emerging from the show I too hit the drinks and found Milly in my line of vision – here I also encountered Ingrid Svenson, Andrew Wilson and Simon Bedwell (like Milly Thompson an ex-member of the artist group BANK).

To sum up, I had a good night out and thought it pleasant enough to look again at work by the likes of Pinot-Gallizio and Oiticica (since what they do has long grooved me), but when I left I couldn’t help thinking that the show was aimed at the tourists who flock to Tate Modern and not at me. I’d prefer to see shows that are more rigorous and coherent, and I don’t see why that should necessarily make them less popular.

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Was Jimmy Savile A Necrophile?

Thursday, October 11th, 2012

One of the more surreal aspects of the unfolding scandal around media split-personality Jimmy Savile is the way British media reports of the disgraced disc jockey and TV presenter sexually assaulting young kids are finally being run so long after they did the rounds elsewhere (including on various nutjob conspiracy blogs). As soon as Savile died a slew of right-wing commentators felt free to put online stuff they’d have feared being sued about earlier. That said, the stories they tell had gone around the music business and elsewhere for years before they appeared in endless copy and paste jobs on web operations run by loonies who are deranged enough to believe that the Illuminati is something more than a very  minor secret society that was successful suppressed in the eighteenth-century! However just because these sites manage to grab the wrong end of the stick with regard to virtually everything they cover, that doesn’t mean that very occasionally they don’t get things right. And they may be more or less correct on most of what they have to say about Savile and his colleagues.

So this leaves me wondering whether there is more than a grain of truth in the decades old rumours that Savile volunteered as a hospital porter because it provided him with the opportunity to get it on with corpses (as well as to sexually abuse crippled children). The mainstream media hasn’t picked up on the necrophilia allegations to date but they are now repeating so much of what has been widely available on nutjob conspiracy blogs since Savile’s death a year ago that it seems merely a matter of time before they bite the bullet on this one too. It is less likely – but not impossible – that they will eventually repeat the allegations that former British Prime Minister Edward Heath abused kids at the same Jersey children’s home that Savile trawled for young victims.

Another peculiar aspect of the Savile scandal is that many commentators seem unable to understand why paedophilia is unacceptable. Acceptable sex is consensual sex. It should go without saying that consent is only possible when all those partaking in a sexual act enjoy social equality. Given the power differentials between adults and children, paedophilia can never be consensual and thus it should be condemned as an utterly inappropriate form of behaviour. So regardless of whether it is Savile, or his fellow Radio One DJ John Peel (or pop musicians like Gary Glitter and Jimmy Page), adults having sex with kids in their early teens is always abuse. Some John Peel fanboys seem to think he wasn’t a paedophile when he slept with young girls (and married a 15 year-old when he was 26) because he is their hero. Such posturing is absurd and illustrates a generalised inability to grasp the real issues.

Finally, the Savile scandal is yet another manifestation of the destruction of the status quo – and needs to be connected back to the ongoing scandals around banking, phone hacking and MPs expenses. The establishment is in ruins and Savile shouldn’t be treated as a rogue celebrity but rather as one manifestation of a more general malaise. Saville like John Peel and Alan “Fluff” Freeman (another dead former Radio One DJ about whom there are plenty of child abuse allegations floating around the web) were all recognised by the British honours system (with Savile himself also being close to various members of the British royal family during his life). This starts to create the impression that unless you are a kiddie fiddler you’ll never be offered an honour by Queen Elizabeth II. The class system still stinks something rotten and it is high time we not only stripped all royals of their titles and wealth, but did the same to every last member of the superannuated  establishment!

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!