Archive for March, 2009

Ray ‘The Cat’ Jones rides again!

Monday, March 30th, 2009

What a difference a blog makes! The flurry of excitement that kicked off after my January entry on Ray ‘The Cat’ Jones continues apace with the greatest cat burglar of all time being featured in yesterday’s Wales On Sunday. There are few new details in the piece by Nathan Bevan but there is a lovely photo of Ray The Cat as a part of the print version (not with the online variant, which you can find here). Of course, there has to be a news angle, and in this instance it is the fact that the account of Ray The Cat’s escape from Pentonville as quoted in my earlier blog features in Paul Buck’s recent book The E-list. Having done some further research, Wales On Sunday give a variant account which suggests Ray was one of two men to escape together. I suspect this version is more accurate than the solo escape tale Buck quotes from an old Frankie Fraser book. Bevan also says the infamous Sophia Loren jewel theft took place while Ray The Cat was still on the run after his 1958 Pentonville jail break. He also notes that in his younger days Ray was a boxer. I’d not mentioned this detail in my blogs but I had clocked it elsewhere.

Something else that has come up in relation to Ray The Cat is the ‘Princess Margaret story’. I’ve got no real leads on it, but someone I asked ‘guessed’ that Ray The Cat was the uncaught mastermind behind the 11 September 1971 safety deposit box robbery of the Lloyds Bank on the corner of Marylebone Road and Baker Street (central London). Supposedly a series of sexually compromising photographs of Princess Margaret were found by the robbers in one of the riffled safety deposit boxes. This particular heist had a very different modus operandi to Ray’s jewel and fur thefts, but I suppose anything is possible. However, I would stress that the person who suggested this to me was ‘guessing’, there is no evidence to back it up. I am, however, confident that there is a reader of this blog who could throw more light on the matter, should he care to do so. Moving on, in my last piece on Ray ‘The Cat’ Jones I mentioned news reports about him that had been posted on the web and subsequently come down. What follows is just one example of these lost posts retrieved from my archive:

Last Bid For Imprisonment

The man campaigning to be credited with the £185,000 burglary of Sophia Loren’s jewels from an Elstree hotel is fighting his last battle in his war against a “cover-up”.

Ray “the cat” Jones, who has an estimated career haul of £60 million, was never charged with the 1960 raid on the Norwegian Barn in the grounds of the Edgwarebury Hotel in Barnet Lane — but was incensed when his accomplice claimed sole credit for it in a 1994 book.

Together with his spokesman, Michael Morgan, Ray was back in the village recently, delivering hundreds of leaflets door-to-door, calling on the public to demand police arrest him for the crime.

“This is definitely our last protest,” said Mr Morgan, “we want to finally lay this to rest”.

Ray, now in his 80s, claims the police do not want to re-open the case because it would come to light that officers accepted £12,000 from him for information to help him carry out the raid.

Another claim is that a senior officer, “knowing” Ray had earlier been jailed for a burglary he did not commit, ordered colleagues to let him off for the Elstree job. Mr Morgan added: “I’m convinced beyond any shadow of a doubt there’s been a cover-up.” Police have denied the claims.

Converted for the new archive on 30 June 2000.  Some images and formatting may have been lost in the conversion. Saturday 20 February 1999. Borehamwood and Elstree Times.

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Dress like a banker to fool G20 cops demonstrators warned; fear of attacks as old bill plots violence

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

London is preparing to go into lock down amid fears of cop violence directed against anyone who dares to make use of those public spaces the authorities have designated as no go zones for the duration of the G20 summit. This doesn’t just effect people who wish to engage in peaceful protest, it also impacts on anyone who wants to nip out and buy a tin of baked beans or visit a doctor. The Corporation of London has issued a letter to local residents advising them to stay away from the area around the Bank of England on 1 April. However, within this missive its “Safer City Partnership” offers no advice on what to do should you, for example, need to acquire food from the Cheapside Tesco on that day.

One group on Facebook is calling itself “Dress Like a Banker on April 1″ and is based on the following logic: “Bankers have been told to dress down to avoid being attacked by rioters but this scenario is just a police fantasy; if we all wear suits then maybe the cops will victimise the bozos they’re there to defend…. Forget that old slogan ‘help the police, beat yourself up’, instead let’s don our best clothes and enjoy the spectacle of the old bill beating up bankers who dress down for work on 1 April. Those financiers who don grunge disguises will no doubt be mistaken for ‘rioters’ by plod and suffer savage attacks!”

The authorities are predicting violence in London on 1 April because this is what they want. However, there is no guarantee that once they wade in against peaceful demonstrators and casual passers-by they will be able to control the situation. It is well known that the old bill likes to brutalise passive members of the public; therefore if you are the victim of an unprovoked attack by the cops, defending yourself vigorously will minimise your chances of being killed, injured and/or arrested. And just in case Billy Bragg attempts to ape the role of John Wilkes outside the Bank of England in 1780, don’t forget to wear a bullet proof vest!

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

Unseen Polish films of the 1970s & 1980s

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

I headed over to the RCA in South Kensington on Thursday to catch Controlled Image: The Question of Image Control in Poland in the 70s and 80s. This was funded by the Polish Cultural Institute who in recent years have been running some groovy film programmes all over London, and this particular event was part of a season at various venues including Tate Modern and The Barbican. There was a good crowd, some had stayed on from a packed Dan Graham talk before the screening. I find Graham painful to watch in the flesh because he is so pathetic and unsure of himself, so I didn’t attend that. The Controlled Image screening was a mixed bag put together by students from Jagiellonian University, and the weakest works were shown first. Historical Camera Purchase (1984) was a home movie of Tadbusz Kantor buying a video camera in Spain; basically it’s a series of zooms and pans of Kantor’s friends in a shop plus soundtrack banter about the camera as it is tested. Romuald Kutera and Lesek Mrozek’s Transferring The Camera (1974, reconstructed 1978 & 2009) consists of the artists walking towards each other and then away again, repeatedly, with a camera passed between them; there are lots of loose and boring accidental shots of a park as this goes on.

For me the highlight of the evening came next, a nine and a half minute extract from Piotr Bikont and Leszek Dziumowicz’s Ballad Of A Strike (1988), shot during a strike at the Gdansk shipyard in support of recognition for the Solidarity union, pay rises and the release of political prisoners. In an amazing sequence at the end of the strike, the cameraman is involved in a confrontation with strike breakers at the dockyard gates and the camera is snatched by the militia. The still running camera is taken to the local militia headquarters and while examining it the plods make comments like “Sony”, but can’t work out how to turn it off. The tape ends when the battery goes flat. Pressurised by an angry public, the authorities eventually returned the camera to the dock workers with the tape still inside it. This really is an amazing piece of footage and it would be great to see the entire documentary.

Just over a minute of undated film from Polish television archives and run under the title Materials From Nowa Huta failed to make much impression on me. It was followed by more than 11 minutes of police surveillance footage of illegal currency exchange deals outside the Pewex shop in Krakow from 29 March 1983. This material had not been shot with the intention it should be publicly screened and would have worked better as a gallery installation, particularly if multiple projections had been used. From the perspective of someone from London, the clothes the people captured on camera where wearing made it look more like footage from the early 1970s rather than a decade later; although obviously this simply reflects the uneven development of capitalism in different parts of Europe and the world.

Jadwiga Singer’s Glass Pane (1977-79) featured this artist and Jacek Singer performing to camera and using a glass pane as a prop; the glass is drawn on, sprayed with water and coca-cola and smashed. This worked well both as spectacle and disruption of spectacle. Ibenbusz Haczewski’s Transmitter’s Construction (n.d.), documented his clandestine activities interrupting official TV transmissions and with pirate  radio. Igor Krenz’s TV,,S (n.d) was a reconstruction of the illegal broadcast of Solidarity slogans over official TV in September 1985. This was a technically complex action set up by three scientists, and entailed their transmitter being carried high into the atmosphere by hydrogen balloons so that the range of the broadcast was maximised. The slogans deployed were effective because the modes of capitalist exploitation dominant in Poland in the 1980s were still very primitive: “Solidarity, enough of price rises, lies, repression” and “Solidarity, it is our duty to boycott the elections”.

The programme ended with three artist films. Satisfaction (1980) and Luggage (1981) by Zdislaw Sosnowski looked very much like underground artist’s video from the USA and western Europe of the same period. Shots of the artist’s scantily clad wife are mixed with repeated nonsensical actions and a soundtrack in which familiar materials are distorted and cut-up (as was the fashion in the ‘industrial’ subculture of the time).  Both films held my attention although they would have benefited from tighter editing; but that said Sosnowski’s very self-conscious deployment of cliche did make me laugh out loud. The screening ended with Ewa Partum’s Drawing On TV (1976), in which lines are drawn over live TV broadcasts.

All in all an interesting selection of material, and one which left me wanting to see all of Ballad Of A Strike plus further work by Jadwiga Singer and Zdislaw Sosnowski. The pieces were obviously put together to raise theoretical questions and were chosen more for their intellectual than their aesthetic coherence; so although I found parts of the programme less than scintillating, I can still understand why it was put together in this way. After the screening there was free sparkling wine but as I don’t like fizzy white I skipped that and made use of an opportunity to catch up with Gustav Metzger who was also in the audience…. Jon Wozencroft numbered among those also present, I hadn’t seen him for years and he didn’t seem to recognise me when I said hello despite the fact I’m always being told I haven’t changed at all! Are those who say I look very young for my age lying in an attempt to flatter me? And there is no need to answer that purely rhetorical question in the comments!

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Chucky meets Natural Born Killers?

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

I always say you can’t get more post-modern than your local Blockbuster video store, and once again I proved this to myself when I popped in this week to find something to watch. I hadn’t noticed it before but lurking in a dim corner of the shop was a copy of Dummy (Triloquist in the US) directed by Mark Jones (the man behind Leprechaun and Rumpelstiltskin).

No need to review the film really, the blurb says it all: “Norbert hasn’t spoken since his mother’s suicide – except through her old ventriloquist’s dummy. But does this dummy hold an evil spell over Norbert and his attractive sister? Matters get out of control when the trio head for Las Vegas and a kid winds up dead. Blaming Norbert, his sister has him sent to an institution. As the creepy dummy increasingly takes on a life of its own, the three reunite and embark on a murderous road trip leading to a twisted and shocking finale.”

Lead actress Paydin LoPachin was apparently 17 years-old when this was shot, so while she gets to deliver the line “cocksucker” repeatedly, she doesn’t do anything illegal like get her kit off; instead there are older actresses who get their tits out in strip-joints and elsewhere. This being an American movie you only get tits and ass. The sexually repressed US mainstream film business doesn’t like genitalia in non-hardcore movies, whereas any self-respecting European exploitation director likes to flash a bit of cock and pussy. Hollywood coyness on this and other scores is irritating, especially as the so called ‘independent’ US film sector simply follows the lead of the corporates.

Dummy isn’t a great film but it will pleasantly rot your mind for 75 minutes with a not quite potent blend of magic, rape, incest and a touch of smack addiction. It just about works as trash but will disappoint gore hounds. That said, the MTV-style editing which mixes black and white with colour cinematography really sucks. The actual camerawork is okay but by no means brilliant. Likewise, the soundtrack is a really bad mix of dreadful AOR and rap. Dummy may be an indifferent movie but give it 20 years and if Mark Jones is really lucky this might just be considered a golden turkey of the first water.

Dummy came out last year (2008), and it has some parallels with my 2002 novel 69 Things To Do With A Dead Princess, although obviously it isn’t nearly as good! But then semi-animate ventriloquist dolls constitute a film genre in themselves and can be traced through flicks like Dead Of Night (1945), Devil Doll (1964) and Magic (1978); plus a slew of more recent efforts including Child’s Play (1988) and its follow-ons, as well as the knock-off Puppet Master (1989) series. The strap-line for Dummy invoking the Child’s Play series kinda sums it up, but some lucky film producer could do much better by paying me a bundle of money to make a movie using my internet ventriloquist doll. ‘Tessie meets Natural Born Killers’ really does have the ring of cash registers about it!

The penultimate lesson here is that you can’t kill post-modernism by simply wishing it away, coz when you attempt to do so it simply rises once again from the dead! However, kill capitalism and you really will be able to move beyond the po-mo…

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