79. Leonard Lane (5)

The works in Leonard Lane never cease to surprise or challenge. I saw this today, and didn’t pay too much attention to it, then stumbled into a comedy double-take (fortunately nobody was watching).

To say that this street has a lot of experimental art/graffiti is an understatement. But this one has me intrigued. I don’t know the artist, and there are no signatures that I can make out.

Unknown artist, Leonard Lane, Bristol
Unknown artist, Leonard Lane, Bristol

The work has a backdrop of random graffiti, which I guess was there before. Overlaying it are four wheatpaste circles of decreasing sizes that have replica images that have been lifted from the backdrop. It is very clever, and has left me wondering how it was done.

Definitely one for Tate Modern.


Unknown artist, Leonard Lane, Bristol
Unknown artist, Leonard Lane, Bristol

78. Frogmore Street (4)

This busy mural is in great company, with a Banksy and JPS only meters away.

Richt and 45RPM, Frogmore Street, Bristol, November 2015
Richt and 45RPM, Frogmore Street, Bristol, November 2015

It is by 45rpm and Richt. Although 45rpm has a lot of work around Bristol, and a website, it is difficult to dig up very much about him although he does have a post about his work with Richt on pattern collage murals.

Richt and 45RPM, Frogmore Street, Bristol, November 2015
Richt and 45RPM, Frogmore Street, Bristol, November 2015

Richt is also a Bristol-based artist and illustrator whose works are also scattered around Bristol and the Westcountry. The pair appear to collaborate a fair bit.


19.Turning Japanese

Wednesday 4 May 1988, Koei Maru 30

It is almost the end of Wednesday. Yesterday was quite a busy day…by yesterday I mean last night. Although there were very few squid, I managed to do two samples. I also helped remove the viscera from the bodies for my second sample. These squid will be used as presents for the crew’s families.


I cannot eat my breakfast yet because all the crew members are asleep in the ship’s mess/saloon. I must wait until the ship stops, although I have no idea when that will be.

Thursday 5 May 1988, Koei Maru 30

It is just as well that I drew those pictures, because I wrote practically nothing yesterday. Instead I read and wrote letters. This evening I have hurt my back again, just a little twinge this time, but a warning

We have sailed west to the edge of the zone. I would not like to leave it. I think the Argies have some fishing patrol boats of their own, and I would not like to be boarded by an Argentinian fisheries officer.

I am now looking forward to a bit of time in Port Stanley, I have been out at sea this time for three weeks now! I would quite like a bit of fun time on a patrol vessel – I would like to use the gymnasium.


Slept very badly once again. I may have to resort to a couple of stugeron fairly soon. Watched Deathwish – a good film despite having seen it twice before and it being in Japanese! Another week is over. Three gone, how many left to go?

I want Stanley (nowlookatthemessyou’vegottenmeinto) soon. I cannot eat much more of this rich food without having a heart attack.

Friday 6 May 1988, Koei Maru 30

Not a bad day. The best part was hearing from John on the radio that I would be picked up by a fishing patrol boat on Tuesday or Wednesday next week. Obviously a lot depends on the weather, but I live in hope. Otherwise I could be stuck on here until about 20 May – this would be terrible.

I may have made another real blunder on the radio, when complaining to John that the conversion factor is way out. He seemed to brush it aside casually and changed the subject pronto. oops!

I had three beers (and 3three cigs – God they’re bad for you) and watched TV and slept, and slept, and slept.

Curious dreams:

  • Busking competition in a library, some trendy geezer borrowed my guitar and played it from the neck, letting it dangle…


  • Jim and I are going to a pub in Highgate full of weirdos and under-age drinkers – I try to order a bottle of cider for Jim and two pints of bitter for me. It takes an hour for me to get served, during which time Tippy (my step brother) appears with a rucksack on his back. Jim has disappeared when I get served, somebody nicks my bottle of cider and I get furious and rude, but end up with a beer tipped all over me in the struggle.
  • Working in a bank with a whole bunch of moaning graduates. Mealtime is £10 a head to eat at the bank, with yellow lobster, cucumbers, lettuce, salami, but nothing to drink, so we all trundle off down the road…it becomes Covent Garden…to a small shop to get some orange drink from a kind of pump, which I can’t operate. Too bad, I only get half an orange drink. I return to the bank, the front of which has turned into a pub, but the bank is inside, to find that most people have now finished their lunches. I contemplate this and decide that sandwiches are the best way out of this terrible situation.