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Yes, the bozos who claimed I was Belle de Jour were completely deluded!

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009

A 34 year-old Bristol based research scientist called Dr Brooke Magnanti has outed herself as the ‘real’ author of the Belle de Jour blog and books. These texts ‘documented’ the life of a high-class London call girl. Dr Magnanti claims her writing is an authentic record of the time she spent working as a prostitute to fund the final phase of her PhD research. I haven’t looked deeply into the various proofs that Dr Magnanti is Belle, but plenty of news journalists have and they seem convinced by them. So while I can’t say with absolutely certainty that Dr Magnanti is Belle, it seems to me to be rather unlikely that she isn’t.

One thing I am absolutely certain of is that I didn’t write the Belle de Jour blog and books despite the claims to the contrary made by various conspiracy nuts. Although the media (most notably The Evening Standard and The Guardian) ran with this story, it didn’t originate with them and I was never under the impression they believed it to be true; they covered the claim without taking any very strong line on it because it made a good story. I benefited from the publicity and sold books as a result, while the journalists in question were paid and generated profits for their bosses.

Curiously, it appears that the majority of those who made and repeated the claim that I was Belle de Jour as if they personally believed it, did so out of spite and malice. It is therefore ironic that their activities helped rather than harmed me. The endless conspiracy theories propagated by these bozos were so ludicrous – involving as they did interminable and utterly fantastic international ‘criminal’ and ‘political’ outrages – that no one took them seriously. It was even claimed that when I temporarily took the position of writer-in-residence at Strathclyde University, I’d ‘fled’ to Scotland in a vain attempt to avoid arrest by the cops. Despite the linked assertion that my incarceration for endless heinous sex crimes was imminent, I remain at liberty…

In fact, beyond a handful of nutters, no one who’d looked into the matter ever believed I was Belle de Jour. You only had to compare my prose to Belle’s to see that I couldn’t possibly have written the tedious shit ‘she’ spews out. My view of Belle’s work is that it is mindless bollocks aimed at middle-class airheads. Had I not been publicly accused of having composed this garbage, I wouldn’t have bothered looking at it, and so it shouldn’t be necessary to add I would never have bothered writing it. That said, if Dr Magnanti is indeed (as I think likely) Belle, then hats-off to her for evading detection for so long and doing something useful in the area of cancer research. Since her prose is so unappealing, she should quit writing and stick to medical matters instead.

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

Santiago Sierra’s Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009

I made a tour of the City of London around midnight to check out the final stages in the construction of a major new street installation by Santiago Sierra entitled The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The controversial Spanish artist, represented in London by the Lisson Gallery, had workers boarding up a series of buildings. These were mainly shops since apparently the many banks in the area didn’t want their frontages spoiled by an artist. The greatest concentration of sealed buildings are located immediately around the Bank of England, but more can be found in Moorgate and Bishopsgate too. The businesses participating range from shops selling shoes and bagels to at least one branch of Carphone Warehouse. Since the city is traditionally a relatively quite area of London outside of business hours, I didn’t feel the intervention was particularly effective and that it would have had much more impact in Soho or Camden. The installation is coming down at the end of the week, so get along to the City today if you want to judge it for yourself.

For those who aren’t familiar with Sierra (born 1966), this is how the Wikipedia summarises his work. It “…reflects his views on capitalism, labour, and exploitation. For instance, he paid a group of workers to move a heavy rock from a point A to a point B and vice versa. On another occasion he paid drug-addicted prostitutes from Brazil in their drug of choice to have a line tattooed across their backs. He also caused controversy by covering ten Iraqi immigrants in insulating polyurethane foam and waiting for it to harden. Another of his well known projects is a room of mud in Hanover, Germany, commemorating the job-creation measure origin of the Maschsee. In 2006, he provoked controversy with his installation 245 cubic metres, a gas chamber created inside a former synagogue in Pulheim, Germany.” And, of course, he has also done things like block off the Spanish Pavilion at the Venice Biennial, allowing only Spanish nationals inside…. and made work around boarded up banks in Buenos Aires when the Argentinian currency collapsed.

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

Dark They Were & Golden Eyed

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

I mentioned the bookshop Dark They Were & Golden Eyed in this blog the other day, and doing this made me wonder what I could dig up about it on the web. Not that much as it happens, although there was a Flickr picture of the shop sign with the following remark underneath:

“DTWAGE was a bookshop in St. Anne’s Court off Berwick St. market I think, in London. It sold a lot of SF and head stuff like old copies of Friendz and Oz. Posters, bongs. They would play music I had never heard before like Zappa so I would have to ask them what it was and then go and buy the records. They closed approx. 1980.”

To which I added the following as a comment: “Oh I used to love going in the DTWAGE shop on St Anne’s Court which is between Dean Street and Wardour Street, whereas Berwick Street is between Wardour and Poland Streets, all the main streets run down from Oxford Street into the heart of Soho… St Anne’s Court is just a little paved street, there used to be an old bit of probably former bombsite land used as a car park on much of the south side running from Dean Street towards Wardour, which is where Marianne Faithfull allegedly spent a lot of her seventies junkie period I think (now just a crummy office development)…

“Anyway, I used to use the Court Cafe on the north side a lot, laughing at the suits drinking their tea with shaking hands after visiting the prostitutes in the flats above… and I bought Crowley novels (and Norman Spinrad etc) and other shirt from DTWAGE in the seventies which was on the south side but closer to Wardour Street, and The Marquee Club was just around the corner for going and seeing lots of punk bands of that era: Adam & The Ants, Ultravox, Raped etc. etc. DTWAGE was a great little shop (I much preferred it to Forbidden Planet then on Denmark Street in its earlier and smaller days) and I discovered all sorts of weird shirt there for the first time as a teenager in the 70s…. It seems DTWAGE was open until at least 1981 since I found the following fanzine entry from 1981 put online ‘Dark They Were & Golden-Eyed bookshop is being sold to Marvel (Cadence Industries Inc), rumors Peter Pinto… ” from: <http://news.ansible.co.uk/a18.html>. But presumably the Marvel deal fell through or this was a false rumour coz the shop was certainly gone before the mid-eighties….”

Elsewhere I found a blog that dealt with DTWAGE in passing and with a little more detail in the comments:

“Which was the first comic shop you went to and what was your impression of it?

“In return for standing outside the pub for several hours, my dad once took me to Dark They Were & Golden Eyed in Soho (or thereabouts) in the mid-70s – I was too young – & despite the comics it was all a bit too much for me – I think I was frightened of the hippies & the bongs & other drug paraphernalia on display (not that I knew what they were) & the smells & the ‘other worldliness’ – we didn’t stay long (I don’t think we bought anything either) & never went back – of course now I’m jealous of my cool friends who hung out (& in one case worked) in the legendary Dark They Were...

“Comment 1. This is what I ‘remember’: to get to the shop you had to go down a v. narrow alleyway which led to a courtyard – & then Dark They Were etc was down some stairs – & to get to the comix & books you had to go past these display cabinets w/the exotic & alien items in ‘em… despite only being there the once, it = quite a vivid childhood memory – so I hope it’s not a false ‘un.

“Comment 2. It was all DTWAGE, I think, but upstairs with the paraphernalia were the picture-less books, mostly SF. They did not sell any war comics.

“Comment 3; “a v.narrow alleyway which led to a courtyard -” You’re remembering a road off Oxford St., off which was St. Anne’s Court, the location of DTWAGE, and later a comics shop run by Zoe someone. The only place with which I’ve ever foxed a London cabbie.”

So to this I added the following: “I loved Dark They Were & Golden Eyed. I started hanging out in the west end without adult supervision when I was 12 in 1974 and I think I discovered the shop pretty much then…. was certainly going in regularly in the later seventies… Nice memories here… ”

So if anyone else has memories of Dark They Were & Golden Eyed add ‘em in the comments. What next? A blog about other ‘lost’ London bookshops… could go for some counterculture related enterprises like Duck Soup (Nick Kimberley’s operation in Lambs Conduit Passage after he left Compendium), or maybe some of those exchange bookshops you could still find in the west end in 1970s, or what about one of Bernard Stone’s bookshops (I don’t think I ever went to the original in Kensington but I visited some of the later ones)… And like I keep saying, the recession makes it feel more like the 1970s again every day, it’s a groove sensation baby!

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

The 1960s nude murders & the 17th century Whitefriars punks who liked to give head…

Thursday, February 5th, 2009

Having spent some time looking at my mother’s life and in particular her time from 1961 onwards in Notting Hill, I have inevitably had cause to ponder Jack The Stripper and the nude murders. At least six west London prostitutes died in a bizarre series of mid-sixties sex slayings but the killer was never caught. I have always been more interested in the victims than their murderer(s), but I felt it worth commenting on a recent book that claimed to identify the killer. My focus in this review was on the author of this travesty, since he made a number of outrageous claims without any proof to back them up. You can read my review here. Despite this, via the mail form on my website, I get a fair number of messages about Jack The Stripper. Indeed, I got one yesterday that read:

“Nude Murders. Dear Stewart, would you be interested in discussing this subject with me. I believe that 2 people were responsible for these murders. The first is Mungo Ireland, the second Harold Jones, a near neighbour of Ireland. Google Neil Milkins for more info on Jones. Neil Milkins.”

Mungo Ireland is one of the usual suspects put in the frame for the Jack The Stripper murders, alongside the likes of boxing champion Freddie Mills. I hadn’t heard of Harold Jones before. After doing a web search I discovered Jones had been convicted of killing two children in 1921 when he was himself only 15 years-old. Milkins has produced a book about the case entitled Every Mother’s Nightmare: Abertillery in Mourning (Old Bakehouse Publications 2008) and as The South Wales News of 8 November 2007 explained: “After many years of researching the subject, Mr Milkins threw himself whole-heartedly into the project after leaving his job as a tree-feller due to an injury.” When I checked yesterday, the book only had one Amazon review, but it was enthusiastic and gave a 5 star rating:

“Kevin Milkins (Wick/Scotland). I have just finished reading my brother’s first book and found it a great and informative read. Well done Neil for turning an interesting factual story into print for all of us to share. Can hardly wait for your next book.”

My web searches also revealed that Neil Milkins had drummed up some local newspaper coverage for his Jack The Stripper theories. For example, the Hounslow Chronicle ran the following under the headline “Author uncovers new suspect in sixties murder mystery” on 26 August 2008:

“While the hedonists of the King’s Road were preoccupied with the swinging sixties, a grim orgy of killing was taking place just a few kilometres to the west.

“A serial killer obsessed with prostitutes murdered six, possibly eight, young women between 1964 and 1965, dumping their naked and mutilated bodies on the banks of the River Thames. His heinous acts earned him the moniker Jack the Stripper – but he was never caught.

“Now the dormant investigation has been given a boost after the name of a notorious Welsh double-child murderer was put in the frame for the killings.

“Harold Jones was aged 15 when he was convicted of killing two girls, aged eight and 11, in Abertillery, Wales. He served 20 years for his crime and was released in 1941 and moved to Fulham.

“We know he was living in Hestercombe Avenue, Fulham, as Harry Stevens until 1962, said author Neil Milkins, who conducted research into Jones’ movements for his book Every Mother’s Nightmare.

“The next record is from 1965 when he is living in Aldensley Road, Hammersmith, as Harry Jones. But his whereabouts during the years of the killings is unknown. I don’t know that he was involved in the murders, but it is certain a psychopath with the capability of committing callous crimes and covering them up was around the area.

“Mr Milkins examined Jones’ psychologist and prison reports at the National Archives Centre, in Kew, before handing his suspicions over to Scotland Yards murder review team.

“But Neil insists: The coincidence of Harold Jones being there just jumped out at me and I’m hoping people come forward with more information on him where he worked, who he associated with and the kind of person he was. I want to find out where he was between 1962-65, the answer to that may answer a whole lot of other questions.

“Harold Jones died in Hammersmith in 1971, his death certificate names him as Harold Jones, otherwise Harry Stevens.”

Moving on from this newspaper report, I happen to know that Milkins is an Irish name, whereas Malkin is an English name, and these two surnames have quite distinct origins. Nonetheless, some people might be struck by the similarity between Neil Milkins’ surname and the name Malkin, and then read something into the fact that malkin was a slang term for a lewd woman in Elizabethan and Jacobean London. For an example of the word malkin being used in this fashion we might turn to Father Hubburd’s Tales by Thomas Middleton: “and none can justly except me but some riotous vomiting Kit or some gentleman-swallowing Malkin.” (Thomas Middleton: The Collected Works edited by Gary Taylor and John Lavagnino, Clarendon Press, Oxford, 2007, page 166; the tale we’re dealing with was first published in 1604). A kit is, of course, a loose woman… but the phrase ‘some gentleman-swallowing Malkin’ is the one that really gets me going, since it might be taken to mean a prostitute doing ‘French’ (i.e. performing oral sex, giving head, providing a blow job etc.). It is thought Jack The Stripper killed his victims by suffocating them with his manhood as they gave him oral sex…

A lot can be (mis)read into the fact that Neil Milkins’ Irish surname sounds similar to the unrelated English name Malkin. Likewise it may appear curious that a Welsh double-murderer seems to have been living in west London when the Jack The Stripper murders took place, but given the size of the population in the area at the time it is unlikely he is the only psychopath who might be put in the frame for the killings on the basis of past record. I haven’t seen anything that convincingly links Harold Jones to these unsolved crimes. And for me the victims are still of greater interest than the killer… To finish, f you want an example of a contemporary Malkin whose reputation is considerably lower than that of a Whitefriars punk, then right-wing blogger Michelle Malkin fits the bill….

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