Category Archives: the fourth plinth
In this photo you can see (left to right): someone from National CND, old man who looks like Michael Foot, Mark, Jan – (in red holding the banner) and – erm, some other people. Should have uploaded a different photo with all my friends in. Not to mention Bruce Kent. I’ll find another one later.
Present: Peter, Jan, Yvan, Claire. Also, back from Lifebeat – Holly! She brought with her a number of necklaces and bracelets that she’d made. I made pizza and salad and hoped that others would bring snacks. In fact everyone brought wine so we ended up with 2 bottles of rose, one of white, plus 2 wine boxes (one of which Steve had mauled in an attempt to wrestle it open) and half a bottle of red.
A good had was time by all.
the pizza went down well, and the plinth video generated a lot of interest. We watched another one of a woman in the middle of the night doing shadow puppets to an audience of one (a policeman). It is great to see what people come up with. And the best thing about this whole project is – it’s a celebrity-free zone!
We need this. We need a return to people being themselves, valuing what they are and what they have to offer. Being interested and interesting – and above all, not worrying about what they look like!
Long may it continue.
Gormley for President.
PS Oh, and Peter’s photos were much appreciated also – here are a couple – showing my supporters with their banners, and one with me doing a victory dance when I’d finished.
Wrote an article about the Plinth for OM magazine, a yoga publication. Steve came round and we watched the video of me on the Plinth. I don’t seem to have made it into the week’s highlights, although that does say “Last week’s highlights” so maybe that was the week before (That was the week, that was – remember TW3?).
I am reading an Alan Bennett called The Uncommon Reader. It’s about the Queen discovering a mobile library outside the Palace and starting to read. As with all Alan Bennetts, every male in it is gay.
Trinity today. I shall wear my new skirt. Then this evening people are coming round to watch the video and eat pizza.
Drank a lot of wine last night. It was great! Oh, and Steve, having bought a wine box for the first time, complained about how hard it was to get the wine out. Turns out he’d dismantled the box and tried to get the wine out by wringing the bag!
We put him right.
PS Oh! And we have booked a week in East Sussex, near Pevensey Bay. Should be great!
Watching HPHBP again before it goes back to the library. Dumbledore has four names – Albus, Percival, Wulfric, Brian Dumbledore. I have deconstructed these:
Albus – Latin for white, a good guy
Percival – a medieval knight
Wulfric – a Saxon warrior
Brian – he’s not the Messiah, he’s a very naughty boy
PS Some people have said they weren’t able to watch my poem about the Vestas people, and they were wondering whether it had been expunged for political reasons. Seems unlikely, we think
PS Watched it again and it is on there
Here’s a photo of me on the plinth. I’m also in today’s Mercury – check it out!
PS Yes, I know there’s three pictures of me. Thought it hadn’t uploaded the first two times. Still, it makes a nice triptych!
This was a phrase that came to me this morning. Yesterday was BRILLIANT! It was AMAZING to be up there, to see the London skyline as I did my stretchs and twists, to look over at the clock of St Martin’s in the Fields and see how I was doing (the time really flew – it didn’t seem like an hour), to see people down below – they’re really close and you can talk to them if you want. Oh! And Bruce Kent turned up, which was great – haven’t seen him since 1980-something – and a couple of London CND people with a banner and the square was FULL because it was lunchtime and everything went great except I wasn’t really practised with the megaphone and kept getting feedback or not being heard so the poems didn’t come across that well. Still, they will have come over on the internet I expect. *
Afterwards I did the only decent thing and got drunk. Found a brilliant pub just off the square and quaffed (that’s the only word for it) several pints of London Pride. Chris turned up and we introduced him to the pub. A had time was good by all.
Then back to Leicester and we marched straight down to Pizza Express. By the time the food arrived I was ravenous.
Horrible glass of Chianti though. That was a mistake.
Slightly hung over this morning but not too bad.
The early burly catches the curly wurly.
So thanks to all who came and supported me.
Will try to watch it on the net now.