Welcome to Schizosomething

My Instagram interventions and other social media practice are explained (defended) in the text under the menu.

Please note that unfortunately, I am not my Instagram account. I’m not as functional as I may appear, which is why it takes me a while to reply to comments, and why I’m often not very chatty.

Unofficial patient history

Tony (Antony to my mother and psychiatrist). Male. 53. London. So working-class it’s strange. I like art & literature.

I have Schizoaffective Disorder (a combination of Schizophrenia & Bipolar Disorder) and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD).

Obligatory idées fixes include Neasden and Brexit (obviously).

I have been a rough sleeper and have an impressive homelessness portfolio including Soho streets, hostels, B&Bs, Docklands derelict buildings, squats, road traffic islands (seriously), local authority temporary accommodation etc.

I now live in a council bedsit in #EarlsCourtSchizoland. That may sound grim, but the bedsit is in a beautiful quiet tree-lined street, in what is one more London’s more swanky neighbourhoods.

I have one O level (Geography, Grade C). I fancy myself as a bit of an autodidact. More Ernest Hemingway/Frida Kahlo than Adolf Hitler.

I have been a voluntary sector playboy, writing fundraising applications for small charities and community groups.

Please note I’m going to punch the next person on social media who calls me a hipster: apart from being 53, I have a proud industrial working-class heritage. One of my favourite accounts on Instagram is @blackcountrytype.

Mental state examination, June 2019

My diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder includes ultra-ultra rapid mood cycling (sometimes called ultradian cycling if it happens within one day). I can go through elations, dysphoria and extreme despondency within a matter of hours. Sometimes my moods can switch dramatically within minutes. This has always given me a fragmented picture of reality, lately, I feel that my days are smashed into tiny pieces.

I have started zoning out a lot again. I can be in a conversation with someone, and suddenly my mind is completely elsewhere. Everybody goes through this, but my current dysphoric mania is taking it beyond the next level.

I continue to experience ongoing, chronic psychotic symptoms. These include visual hallucinations throughout the day, and thought broadcast – the belief that people are listening to my thoughts.

I currently don’t feel like leaving my room much, and only really do so when it’s connected to one of the creative projects I am working on.

There’s more detail about my illnesses/experiences and how they have affected work, education and such like in my Notes on Being Psychotic & Proud.


I’m undertaking various therapeutic writing/visual art projects. I’m experimenting with sound art (actually “the piece” is podcasting, but I might see if I can hustle some sort of grant).

The aim is to start putting things on this website from May 2020.

Through my creativity I see myself as taking people on a journey – or for a ride, depending on how you look at it.

Artist’s statement

I am the same age as Damien Hirst, both our dads were motor mechanics (his stepdad), and in his studio, he appears to have the same bin as me from Wilko – though I have the red one.

Influences and inspirations include Maya Angelou (especially Gather Together in My Name), Kathy Acker, A A Gill, Amineh Abou Kerech, William Burroughs, what life was like before Poppy, Milly and Orlando moved to Neasden, other people’s good shit, William Morris (socialist, social activist if you like, but not a designer of scarves for drunk women called Miranda), some bird who liked painting and frocks, Katherine Mansfield’s Bliss, anthing symmetrical, working-class masculinitiesWilliam Burroughs on the subject of regret (22 second Youtube video), Laura Pidcock MP (though one of my closest friends is a Telegraph reading Brexit bonkers member of the Conservative Party), Lemmy, Robert Mapplethorpe & Patti Smith, BBC Radio 3 Jazz Archive, HIGNFY, trust fund girls putting tomato ketchup on their salad in the world’s oldest museum restaurant (apart from some wankery about Frida Kahlo salads, the dining experience is largely sandwiches and crisps orientated), BEING REMINDED ABOUT THE WAR IN YEMEN, the Seagram Murals, (if you like the Seagram Murals, don’t bother to go to the place where coachloads of Italian tourists shout vaffanculo while discussing where to have dinner, and children throw water at each other next to some of the greatest works of asbtract expressionism, you won’t be welcome), reverse engineering, that Youtube video of some teenage girls recreating Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights with farting sounds, #WildFlowerHour, always defending peoples right to speak out, especially when confronting posh boy, (regardless of whether you agree with them or not, obviously), Katherine Mansfield’s Bliss, Katherine Mansfield’s Bliss, and Lance Arthur’s seminal work, glassdog.com (especially 1998 to 1999).

Featured image

I think I would have made a very good solitary confinement prisoner. I prefer my own company and spend most of my time alone in my room. Though I’m supposed to be doing various therapeutic creative things, I often arrange the posters and tote bags on my walls for hour-after-hour. I have a thing for tote bags.

The photo was taken with my trusty iPhone 5s in May 2019, during what was an especially heavy session of tote bag rearrangement.

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