it had been previously thought, look you see, that less (fewer?) than 20 pictures which featured me (moi) during the 1990s existed. the actual figure may have even been south of 10. realistically, though, the answer is possibly that somewhere well north of 30, maybe even hundreds of them, happen to exist, i just do not have them.
with this partially in mind, there is some degree of interest as and when i happen to chance across any such pictures. as i have very little else to do with such excitement beyond "post" the odd one or two on that social media thing and then "share" them here, well, here we are.
many of you, i know, get quite excited about date accuracy. i can feel your pressure to be specific on the where and when details. no such information exists for these pictures, alas. the best i can do is narrow it down some, and say that they come from mid to late 1993, possibly more towards the mid section. revelations of how and why i come to that narrowed down assumption (guess) shall flow as we go.
right now, as point of fact. with me sat at my desk there one cannot see a big Olivetti typewriter. you can however almost make out my sleek, black, slimline Casio electric typewriter, one that used either very expensive ink cartridges or "printed" (burned?) text onto that classy "thermal" paper like what some fax machines used. so that places this all prior to 1994. that i am resplendent in a rudimentary jumper and am (actually) south of the equator means that this is the colder, winter months of the southern hemisphere, so surely mid-1993 is accurate. more evidence to follow.
what can i realistically tell you of the above? well, i am at something of a loss on what would appear to be either a Diana Ross picture or calendar. she's most smart, like, but i have no recollection of this at all. best guess is that it was a calendar. the piles of paper and envelopes on the corner of the desk suggest University stuff (i am quite clever, as and when i try or otherwise apply myself) (no, not as often as you might think), which again says 1993.
on the wall facing me above is, i imagine, an image of The Rolling Stones. can't be The Who, no way does Daltrey jump that high and you couldn't see Townsend playing the guitar in such a basic, conformist manner. Mick and Keith, to be sure. by my side on the wall, then, is my absolutely massive, block mounted Italian version of the poster for Taxi Driver. yes, i still have it, but no, not on display, all nicely wrapped up and stored safely. next to it is a page from Empire magazine, they used to have a "classic scene" on the last page of each edition and presumably i thought it was a very good idea indeed to frame that one and place it (juxtaposition)? near the poster.
i did indeed have one of them "en suite" bathroom things, thank you for asking. and here i am, apparently showing whoever is taking this picture the doorway to it.
two of the things which dominate this picture are mine no more. i speak of the really smart posters at either side. most recently, a few years ago, the Wild At Heart one went to a nice sounding lady in one of then "northern Europe" nations (possibly Norway, i might have remembered if Finland), simply as she asked for it. offered to pay, true, but as i was happy for it to go on display somewhere all i would accept was the cost of shipping. as for the other, my most beloved Blade Runner one, well, when the time came for me to come home it seemed most appropriate for me to leave it with a very dear, special friend, someone who has always been there for me and continues to be as and when they can.
did i, and my bedroom, attract a lot of what you might (assuming either you are not American or are American but now understand the correct definition of the word) call "a lot of fanny"? certainly, but i would not use such a crude and crass term. ladies, thank you. in retrospect, looking at the above picture, in doing so i am not entirely sure the correct signals were being sent out there, what with my shrine to De Niro's stellar performance as Max Cady out of Cape Fear, or having photographs of some very dear friends who happened to be ladies on the wall.
one for the ladies, then, or indeed for members of the gentry who may for some peculiar reason find me their sort of thing, in the form of me apparently getting dressed. you would have to think that the presence of the Reservoir Dogs poster on the wall also pretty much lands this in 1993. i do appreciate the film was made/released what have you in 1992 (i think), but it didn't really take off or catch on until a bit after.
the red curtains are indeed, i would like to think, a tribute to the "red room" off of or out of (whichever is correct) Twin Peaks, but if so then they are a homage off of me Mum, who set up such things for me. over on the bookcase are a few books, yes, but for the most part it seemed more important to me to have a few video tapes and audio cassettes on display. what was on them? can't rightly recall, but i would trust all quality. tapes of the music variety will be Bowie, Frankie, Stones, Stone Roses, Who, etc. you know, the best of the best.
quite a few things to get through in the next image, to be sure. last image too, for those of you who are getting bored but for some reason remain reading. final, conclusive proof for those wondering that this is mid (ish) 1993 would be the smart Brett Anderson out of Suede poster on the back of my door (courtesy NME), and indeed the Black Tie White Noise off of David Bowie promotional poster put wherever it would fit.
no, i am unsure what fate befell the Bowie promo poster. for some reason i think i had two. it is possible that i have them still, rolled up, but maybe they are gone. bit lost on the second Blade Runner poster i appear to have there, do not recall it at all. for the keen eyed, oh yes, that is my framed Tin Machine concert ticket, and yes i still have it framed.
over on the door there is something of a celebration of Denis Leary going on, in particular his "debut album" No Cure For Cancer. i can recall an NME (or similar) review, saying it was "mostly funny but will date quickly". let me assure you that, 25%+ of a century later, i still find it funny. there's also some postcards from another dear friend on display. one is off a series of cards called "lost consonants", featuring plays on phrases with one non-vowel dropped. best of them was "the fog has turned into a prince", which shows a masked lady with a fog machine conjuring up Prince (that one) from the fog generated by her device. over the light switch is a very much treasured card, and advertising one saying When things are dim give them Vim.
so then, that's that. an unexpected but on the whole very pleasant discovery by me of some images of me. it is quite difficult for me to grasp just how many, if any, shall be interested in all of this, but there you go, i have written it and put it "out there" now, what is done is done. for whatever reason you read and had a gander, thanks very much indeed for taking the time to do so!
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