I am an art & literature-loving schizo. So working-class it’s strange. A mood disordered psychotic former rough sleeper, who lives in a council bedsit and has one O level (Geography, Grade C).
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 can take me a while to reply to comments, tweets, emails etc.
Unofficial patient history
Tony (Antony to my mother and psychiatrist). Male. 54. London.
I have Schizoaffective Disorder (a combination of Schizophrenia & Bipolar Disorder) and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD).
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 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 54, I have a proud industrial working-class heritage. One of my favourite accounts on Instagram is @blackcountrytype.
There’s a regularly updated report on my health and how its affecting my life in my Mental state examination, (last update 17 August 2019).
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.
I am interested in everything – well, for a about day or two. I tend to become completely obsessed in short bursts, and then move on to the next thing, only to return to the original thing wondering how I could have got it so wrong based on new information, and then reassess my first judgements, and then repeat this over-and-over, creating an endless narcassitic feedback loop.
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 masculinities, William 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, 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).
I have large windows, and assuming that the bastard tree surgeons from the council don’t do their worst each year, the trees outside grow right into my room. When the windows are open in summer, it’s like living in a treehouse.