This Spring I bought three little fake-moleskins for a pound in a shop called Tiger in North Finchley, and they handly fit in my pocket. I basically started using them to record the offensive remarks friends and colleagues make, or strips, or notes. Since I can take it anywhere, there's a few drawings from nightclubs that I don't fully understand...this is a small collection from the first book, recordings from mainly Maidstone and London in April through May.
A chap called Lee Crocker is partly to blame for this (http://leecrocker.blogspot.com/) when he came to talk to us, who works in a loosely similar way. I think there's other influences too, it's probably been building up like steam for a few years now.
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