Sebastian Horsley At Foyles

Ignore the opening few minutes and the my drunken Camera. This is an unedited experience. Not much of him exists.


John Izod’s Dreadlock Holiday

Apologies for being so quiet of late. Not true, actually I've been very noisy bashing seven and a half bells out of a bass drum in a Carnaval group. Report and video to follow shortly. Oh Lordy.

I have finally knocked together this 25 min epic biopic film of dear friend John Izod. In it he describes his misadventures as a star in a feature film. He tells it with wit, wisdom and charm. The feature film “Misfortunes” really ought to have a cult following but it is impossible to find. Thus, o'come tither all thee hipsters and seek it forth.



I went to Gibralter the other day to smuggle back some tax free booty, along with the rest of Andalusia. I stopped in at a bar to look back at The Rock and became distracted by this curious runway.

The two inch wheelchair drop onto the beach has been prevented and extended to a 40 foot micro-incline of slow and steady and pointless decent. Surely upon the golden sands the dear wheelchair shall sink and stay stuck. If it were tidal it would make for the most tedious of suicides.

Perhaps it was designed by this Wheelchair Worrying/Sausage Bending Hipster Chap?

I have concerns that I resemble him, from the neck up that is.