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PROTOTYPE X-3: THE PERFORMANCE -EXHIBITION

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  • #46
    River House Barn are being a little...tiresome...regarding this booking. Having completely failed to respond to three e-mails and four 'phone calls (over four weeks), the muppets are now telling me that they are fully booked for next September and have to see how the PX Event will 'fit in' with their 'schedule' (which often appears to consist of presentations and artwork by the gallery staff). They do not appear to understand the 'we are hiring YOU' actuality of the matter.
    I anticipate some nastiness. I don't respond well to being fucked around.

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    • #47
      So do we go to Plan B yet? You know, the one where Dee and Carter show up at the offices of River Barn in trench coats, and when admitted to speak to the johannes factotum who has given you the run-around, they knee-cap the person, whilst uttering the phrase, "Perdix Imperator sent us!"

      Or perhaps that was Plan C? One of those.

      Are you at the top of the bureaucratic tree-of-life with these people? Or are you speaking to minions? Or even worse, lackeys? :lol:

      LSN

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      • #48
        Even worserer than that - volunteers! The bane of British 'Community' or 'Institutional' life - just check out The National Trust or Hampton Court for a wonderful menagerie of pocket Hitlers who appear to think their unpaid stewardship conveys ownership rights upon large tracts of real estate/ national treasures. RHB is largely volunteer-run, which is great, but it makes things a bit quasi-professional: ie, not at all. I have reiterated our request in firmer tones, emphasising the importance of definitive date-fixing and prompt communication - I loathe the discourtesy inherent in non-replying: a simple acknowledgement is allthat is required. I also pulled out our international/ high-standard guns whilst underlining the local nature of the production site: the two factors that RHB claims to go for in its 'values' mission statement (God almighty...).
        If they piss about, they can shaft themselves. :P

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        • #49
          Gosh, those value statements are so Orwellian.

          Worse.

          Anthony Burgess in mid-breakdown.

          Spike Milligan slinging a box of Daz over his shoulder.

          Or Ian Anderson in long johns and bathrobe (before he became a "star")

          Meanwhile, our prayers are with you!

          As for more run-ins with the "value statement" people: My long time EX-fiancee (she has become a Sylvia Plath--BARF!--scholar at Oxford--BARF! BARF!), is in New York to do "research"--she contacted my mother and wanted to come by my mother's house and see her! Behind my back! And my mom was going to go along with it! By chance I was visiting home and using my mom's computer when the woman's e-mail popped up, and much to my horror, my mother had agreed to the whole scenario--my EX having gained my mother's contact information, with my mom's consent, from a lesbian in Cornwall--a person who, after I broke up with my EX, spent about five years telling lies about my EX to me, and telling lies about me to my EX!



          I see their green faces in my dreams, their crooked hands reaching upwards in seductive exultation as their dry voices crackle, "Join us! Join us!"

          Anyway, friend P, this little nightmare is offered by way of sussing out the peculiar psychic properties of the value statement people. That is, don't let them draw you into their movie. Remain aloof. Keep at them. It's a battle of attrition, yet in this struggle there is no dishonor in retreat. Dee and I will sit this one out, any kneecap jobs being left to Bronson Bodine and his eskimo companion, and tucked between the leaves of avant-garde magazines, where avenging angels and their exercise belongs.

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          • #50
            Scary! Sounds like the Ex of mine who went off with the part-time plasterer mate of her friend's boyfriend (who the (female) latter dumped her longtime nice boyfriend for and who was a first-rate chav) while I was digging up Triassic amphibians in the Urals and who later got into trouble with drugs and arson attacks in North Yorkshire. Long story.

            On the subject of 'values' some veterinary practices have ghastly 'Mission Statements'...

            We did consider:

            'The more you pay, the more we care'

            But it just boils down to:

            'You bring sick cat: we fix cat: you pay us: cat eats your furniture'

            I mean, what else?

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            • #51
              Anyway, I think I've blown it with RHB. I sent 'em a 'direct' and rather peevish e-mail, but they say they're waiting for an Arts Council (irony!) grant for a big show scheduled for next September, and can't give me any definite dates. So I think we'll look elsewhere. Like the Albert Hall. Or Wembley (when it's finished). Or The Shed...

              Pity. But if they're bloody useless at this stage, I can't see them being up to later developments. I'm not prepared to have this thing shagged up, especially with folk coming from afar. So apol's that my irascibility has sunk this one; we'll cast around.

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              • #52
                Originally posted by Perdix
                Anyway, I think I've blown it with RHB.
                Rather they blew it with you. And anyway it ain't over with these cats yet.

                You are an unusually energetic and talented chap, P. but you are certainly no prima donna. Your irascibility in this case was no doubt good sense.

                Something will come up!

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                • #53
                  Sorry to read about the set-back in our plans for global domination... or at least, global entertainment and enlightenment! :) But as you say, there are people coming from many corners to participate, so you need a more solid response than the one they were able to provide. I declare them "Poop Heads", and ever more shall be so.

                  I still haven't thought of anything to do for a turn, but I don't think that busting knee-caps would be much fun... not when I could be busting mad rhymes! (If anyone saw Louis Theroux rapping on his televsion show, you'll have an idea of just how horrible it would be to witness a posh-sounding bespectacled geek trying to drop some science on y'all) (But I can dream...)
                  "That which does not kill us, makes us stranger." - Trevor Goodchild

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                  • #54
                    Originally posted by Perdix
                    We did consider:

                    'The more you pay, the more we care'

                    But it just boils down to:

                    'You bring sick cat: we fix cat: you pay us: cat eats your furniture'

                    I mean, what else?
                    "There isn't a pussy we won't lick and a doggy we won't bone."

                    :cat:
                    The cat spread its wings and flew high into the air, hovering to keep pace with them as they moved cautiously toward the city. Then, as they climbed over the rubble of what had once been a gateway and began to make their way through piles of weed-grown masonry, the cat flew to the squat building with the yellow dome upon its roof. It flew twice around the dome and then came back to settle on Jhary's shoulder. - The King of the Swords

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                    • #55
                      Have you got copyright on that, Berry? I could use that... :lol:

                      Very kind words, Dee and CK. I am quite an irascible prima-donna though. I once told an entire advanced circuit-training class at Leeds University that if they 'didn't want to F-ing well do any F-ing work', they could 'all F- off' the 'Bunch of C-s!' because I wasn't 'going to C-ing well F-myself F-ing C-ing ragged for a bunch of lazy F-ing C-s!'

                      Then I grabbed me tape and stormed out. I went back two minutes later. They worked quite hard after that, albeit in silence. Good class, actually.

                      See. Right arsehole, me, underneath the thin veneer of civilisation.

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                      • #56
                        Originally posted by Perdix
                        Right arsehole, me, underneath the thin veneer of civilisation.
                        Crom! 8O

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                        • #57
                          Tell me, Perdix, based our your experiences leading such a class, did you find any points of identification in the story I sent you called "Gym Class" ?

                          :lol:

                          LSN

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                          • #58
                            Oh, yessss.... :P

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                            • #59
                              Maybe we should get Hawkwind playing :lol:

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                              • #60
                                Originally posted by Perdix
                                I once told an entire advanced circuit-training class...
                                reminds me of the infamous Troggs tapes, would make a great $$$ringtone$$$, wouldn't be able to reproduce it "with feeling" would you? :)
                                "A man is no man who cannot have a fried mackerel when he has set his mind on it; and more especially when he has money in his pocket to pay for it." - E.A. Poe's NICHOLAS DUNKS; OR, FRIED MACKEREL FOR DINNER

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