The We Loved You Freddie page will be here very soon.
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.
I am an art & literature-loving schizo. So working-class it’s strange. An unemployed, 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.
Unofficial patient history
Male. 55. London.
I have Schizoaffective Disorder (a combination of Schizophrenia & Bipolar Disorder) and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD).
I experience ultra ultra rapid mood cycling (also referred to as ultradian mood cycling). My moods change markedly throughout the day, mostly tending towards elation/euphoria. Medication has no effect on me.
Most days, a number of times, I will believe that people are listening to my thoughts, and trying to insert a force called sonic into my head.
I experience visual hallucinations scattered throughout most days.
I have severe spectrophobia and scopophobia. I can’t look in mirrors or be photographed without feeling physically sick. It’s hard to put into words, but I don’t like the idea of being known to exist.
Otherwise, I’m perfectly normal.
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.
I now do “attempted voluntary work”, through which I attempt to do things, but find it difficult to achieve much. The things I attempt are done from home, as I often can’t be relied upon to leave my flat.
Please note I’m going to punch the next person on social media who calls me a hipster: apart from being 55, I have a proud industrial working-class heritage. One of my favourite accounts on Instagram is @blackcountrytype.
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 December 2020.
Through my creativity I see myself as taking people on a journey – or for a ride, depending on how you look at it.
Influences and inspirations include Maya Angelou (especially Gather Together in My Name), Kathy Acker, A A Gill, Amineh Abou Kerech, William Burroughs, 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, 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).
A bird in a glass panel in a pub in Tooting Bec, London. Made dark and moody with the help of Snapseed.