However, no matter how much I try to hide within the world, and evade the envitable truth of the task ahead of me; somehow, by following my own organic creative life-path, and led by the persistent demanding needs of my evolving self-concept of creative freedom, I somehow seem to move inexplicably closer, step by inscrutiating step, to the task of peeling away my own black and white skin, cracking open my skull, and delving into the innards of my grey matter, to display the intimate nature of my soul to the multitude, as they casually sit, eating snacks, or passing the time reading away on buses, trains, sofas, and planes whilst reading about the ups and downs of my life.
No doubt some cliched climatic denouement will result in the future book being banned by the Government, burned by extremists, and myself assassinated at the hands of some desparately ineffectual right-wing extremist. I only have to remember Malcom X, Martin Luther King, or even Andy Warhol (he survived) to know that if I somehow got a book published.......I could end up in all sorts of undesirable positions. No wonder I'm in no hurry to write the thing.
I came close to a potential title some years ago when i found myself living within the protective enclave of a large Community centred Art squat, I was going to call it: The life and times of an underground art revolutionary." But then I got side-tracked when the Home Office offered me a job working inside prisons watching for potential terrorist recruits, leading to my unfortunate role in a prison riot, my enforced resignation, and my eventual dissappearance into the art-underground.
Other things you may wish to know, I grew up in Dr. Banardos children home until the age of ten, was adopted, and after a short period. I ran away aged 16 and became homeless living on the streets of birmingham, in and out of night shelters and hostels etc.
I became self-employed at 19, at 26 I enrolled at University of Manchester. Came up with a ground breaking theory of Creativity at 31..........and well that was that, the writing was on the wall (literally!).........."nothing revolutionary ever comes out of a University" Frederich Nietzsche.......so I left to be revolutionary independent thinker on creativity and art-activist within the World, rather than within the cloistered world of academic insularity.
Well that seems to cover the some of the chapters, what else do you would anyone want to know? I was a guest guest of honour at a City event with the Lord Mayor of Birmingham, I've experienced beautiful relationships, became a roadie and promoter, a sprinkling of sex, not too much drugs , and quantities of alcohol, denied the possible chance of Oxford, more University courses, strange stories of Psychology, ESP, Mensa, Ireland, Norway, a trip around the Meditteranean (Spain, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Russia), tried poetry, fighting fascists, love at first sight, environmental protests, throwing paint over the police, flying over the "Cuckoos' Nest", the Tony Blair saga, watching Banksy sitting in the corner, Jenny, Julie, Hannah, Sandra, Hayley, Susan, Eileen, Jane, Joanne, Lorraine,Debbie, Michelle, Emily, Emma, Elizabeth, Poppy, and Stephanie and that's about it.
These are women I have had intimate relationships with, not in the physical sense, but as members of the spirtual sisterhood who have played, and continue to play a significant part within the processes of my memories, and organic creative thoughts, my existential learning and social development as a human being, without them I would probably ceased to exist years ago, or been walled up inside some form of Governement Institution, (A special Top Secret one no doubt1). My experiences of men (including myself) have led me to become a male-feminist. However I can work, socialise, and creatively collaborate with members of the male sex, but they have to very special, unique examples of reasonably enlightened maleness, otherwise its an unfortunate waste of my "Time".......
