Wednesday, December 31, 2008

A Happy New Year to you all

Thank you for all your comments during the year, for all your good and bad wishes. Madame Arcati's visitor audience grew by nearly 15% in 2008 compared with 2007, and pageviews increased by just under 20%, to nearly 737,000. Absolutely Unique Visitors was up to nearly 253,000, up over 30% on 2007. Frankly, I have no idea how this was achieved but if you're reading this, chances are you had a hand in it.

Of Arcati's world audience, 318,217 people visited the site from 206 countries/territories, with the US at the No 1 spot, up over 14% on '07. The UK was at No 2, just over 3% up. Italy suddenly became a fan, up over 219% year-on-year. Liechtenstein excelled itself with one visitor in the whole of 2008, down 50% on '07. I hope it wasn't something I said.

Such figures suggest an internationally thin but robust interest in a blog that has no especial theme and is at the mercy of the whim and passing fancy of a funny fanny. God knows what keeps it going. But at least it's not part of a newspaper blogging herd with subjects initiated by some under-age cunt editor and nannied with legal notices telling you not to use bad language, or to deviate from the ordained topic, as in some sort of Miss Jean Brodie class.

So happy New Year. And remember: the UK Tories support bullying in the workplace. You know what I'm talking about if you're an Arcatiste.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Molly Parkin's New Year Resolutions for 2009

I asked the legendary Molly Parkin, 76 - who is my wife-to-be as well as painter, writer, style icon, soho club hostess - what she resolves to do in the next year. Her response:

1. Marry Arcati and have a cat together.
2. Ask my female doctor's advice on safe dosage of VIAGRA (for me).
3. Paint a canvas, write a page, read a book, every day of the year (without fail)
4. Continue to:
by Johnny Mercer, singer, lyricist,and composer, 1909 - 1976
from his 40s swing-hit...


Portrait by Tommy Candler [click here for more info on Tommy's work]

Monday, December 29, 2008

Bridget Rowe, Libertas UK and a plan to rule Europe?

The monstrous Bridget Rowe - former bullying editor of Labour-supporting organs the Sunday Mirror and The People (and various mags before these) - appears to be the "leader" of new political party Libertas UK, registered on December 19th. The party's address is given as 400 Main Road, Westerham Hill, in Kent, believed to be Rowe's home. Someone on the British Democracy Forum describes the home as "a pleasant looking bungalow currently for sale at £550,000."

I don't know what Libertas is precisely but EU Reporter claims that Rowe is a close pal of Nigel Farage, leader of the right-wing and Eurosceptic party UKIP. Whether there's a connection between UKIP and Libertas UK is unknown. Is this new party anything to do with Declan Ganley's Euro-critical Libertas EU? Surely Rowe has not defected from UKIP and joined Libertas EU to embrace a more democratic Europe? What could the truth be? I'm sure Bridget will tell us.

"Bridget Rowe, whose Fleet Street reputation does not match her own claim on her page at the Jacque Evans Management Ltd web site, has been a speaker at UKIP rallies. She is known in Brussels as a key UKIP player who is close to Nigel Farage. UKIP officials close to the leadership have described her as ''the replacement national press officer'," claims the EU Reporter.

Doubtless her yesteryear leftish editorials on the two Mirror Group tabloids - when David "Rommel" Montgomery ran the place - will provide an interesting contrast to her current political views if Libertas UK turns out to be a bedfellow of UKIP and not Libertas EU.

And I for one shall be most interested to know of her position on bullying in the workplace, whether she's pro- or anti-EU.

More info click here
Libertas UK registration

Sunday, December 28, 2008

'I may sell "Rupert" on eBay', says Everett's ex-lover

Rupert Everett's former lover Veritas, who sadly lost a crown on Rupie's cock-ring, writes of Arcati's 2008 awards ...

How wonderful! Is Madame Arcati back then? I thought we had lost you for a while. I had hoped there may be a "molar of the year" category and therefore my crown christened "Rupert" would have won (you know..the one chipped during an early close encounter with Mr Everett). It's been replaced by a insert but I have saved "Rupert" in a little box. Perhaps I'll sell it on eBay.
Cheers, Veritas.

Dear Veritas
I only went away for a day or two before a flood of complaints shooed me back onto the blogosphere. How much do you think your Rupert will get you on eBay? And how will you tag it? "Tooth crown lost to Rupert Everett's cock-ring"? Bit of a mouthful, er, isn't it?

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Lady Diana Mosley and Bridesheadophilia

My attention was drawn today to Duncan Fallowell's Telegraph review of The Pursuit of Laughter, a collection of bits and pieces of journalism and diary by the late unrepentant fascist Lady Diana Mosley, one of the idiotic Mitford girls. In life, the silly bitch was feted by newspapers and magazines despite her admiration for Hitler - who was guest of honour at her Berlin marriage to Oswald Mosley, the wartime British fascist leader. She didn't deny Hitler's personal responsibility for the Holocaust, which she regarded as most unfortunate, but the fuhrer had such lovely blue eyes, and he was so good at mimicry. Oh, the laughs.

Duncan asks: "How do you solve a problem like Diana?" The problem: though her views were repellent to most visiting writers and journalists, and others besides, she tended to charm their socks off. But of course. She was an aristocrat, a witty one too, and beautiful: she was a history-bauble celebrity, up there by association with some of the big names of the 20th century: no sin can quite dull the radiance of fame, particularly one rooted in the British upper class: its warm light, even if a little off-colour, enraptures the supplicant (and status-preoccupied) gazer who suffers from country piles and an over-reverence for hereditary foolishness. Call it Bridesheadophilia.

You solve a problem like Diana by choosing to ignore her, by making a decision not to read her because of the shit-stink in her aura. That simple.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Katy Evans-Bush and the dead: But no Baroquey horror show

London-based poet Katy Evans-Bush is better known in Blogworld as Ms Baroque, online chatelaine of the Baroque in Hackney site (click here), a learned lyrical New Yorker (by birth) who intrigues both literary big-hitters and writerly dabblers such as the escorts-friendly Madame Arcati.

Earlier this year, Katy's poetry collection Me And The Dead was published to much acclaim and she is now on an innovative virtual book tour she calls A Conversation About Dreams ... Katy has produced a body of work that marks a fresh voice in the discriminating, secular church of international poetry. She doesn't strike me as overly precious.

Katy agreed to a short interview with Madame Arcati - it may be a good idea to read her poem below first ...

If you were in heaven before a bureaucratic pen-pusher who demanded to know what your collection is about in 50 words (absolute max), how would you put it?

Dear Mme A, I'm delighted to be here. The situation you describe is very believable to me; it is the basis of many of my favourite jokes, which begin, "It's a slow day, and St Peter's sitting at the gates of Heaven..." I never know how to answer this question! If one were dead, and consequently all-seeing, it might be easier - but here's a stab at it:

Death. Love. The failure of love. A dialogue with other poets. And artists. Dinosaurs, geese, children playing music, silly situations, things that happened and things that didn't. The past. Dreams. Ghosts.

Would it be fair to say that you are a metropolitan lyrical sponge who when squeezed produces strangely distorted fragments of sights and sounds soaked up in cafes and parks?

Alas, this is true.

How many times do you revise a poem? Do lines come to you as you experience?

Some I revise never and others for months. Yes, I think the best lines come as a sort of flash; but then, a flash can come in revision too! You never know when something will suddenly get good.

Do you read your poems to your lover(s) in bed?

Can you imagine! Anyway, as I just said, the poems are about dinosaurs and children and geese, and bad previous relationships. I - [deleted on the grounds of taste]

Is there one review of the book that pleases you most. If so why?

Well, my fellow poet Rob Mackenzie wrote on his blog: "What the poem says is clear, but not simplistic; the words and syntax are ordinary but not prosaic. It's like an invitation to any casual reader, and says, 'Read this. Read it again.' That's what I'd recommend of the whole book." I was also happy when Ben Locker wrote that I "make him want to read poetry for fun."

As you are a synaesthesiac (I think) what do you see or taste with the following:

Well, my synaesthesia takes the form of letters having colours. Words also have colours, which can be a composite of the letters, or something else. B is blue or black - in this case black; l is clear, a and c are very red, and k is usually red but sort of yellow here. But the word black sort of is black. With a reddish tinge.

Z is black, not in a print way but in a sort of zero way, if that makes any sense...

PM is blue and goes all over the place. But that could be just Blair getting in the way.

Ogle: well. O is black, g is red, l is clear and e is yellow. Ogle is a great-looking word.

Madame Arcati is red red red, by the way! It's fabulous. You'd never know you had your moon in Pisces.

And finally, tell us about your virtual tour. Where have you been and where will you end up?

The tour's turning out to be tons of fun - everyone is treating it so differently! I had a laugh up in Norfolk in Jonny B's village, where you don't get many brownie points for being a poet. Then Dick Madeley asked me about a hundred questions, even quoting his own doggerel at length, until in the end I had to boot him on a bus back to the blogosphere, half covered with mocha and double flake. Norm asked probing questions about poetry, and you have merely probed! I mean, with your crystal ball of course.

After your illustrious boudoir I'll be at the Poetry Hut in the American South, and at E-Verse Radio - a boisterous multi-media blog in Philadelphia - and then on to Wales, where I'll be stretched out at the Rack Press; and I hope to finish up with Linda Grant at the Thoughtful Dresser. There may be a couple more stops, as two of my favourite bloggers had to pull out for family reasons. If they can think of a reason to have me after all that I'd love to drop in on them too.

As to where it will all turn out, there's something I'd like to ask you, Mme A: in your view, how do you think 2009's looking for me?

My dear. All I can say is that I see much more recognition for your poetry (you were always going to be a later developer according to your horoscope), a new significant job associated with writing or research; and in your personal affairs, a possible formal union. But who knows? Now, where's that Christmas poem?

I had hoped to write something fresh for this visit, but I'm going to give you something out of the book. I hope you don't mind. This is from last year's famous Fog, when the world suddenly disappeared into a mist for about three days. Was it last year? Maybe the year before. Anyway:

Abney Park Cemetery

Past, behind the fog,
aabeneath, beyond : an old world
aaaawaits, marked out for us.

Its dull heavy stones
aasit, as they have always sat.
aaaaThey're in no hurry:

the dead will always be
aadead. They hide their angel heads.
aaaaThis is their element.

They lift up to us
aatangles of living holly
aaaaon, between, despite

their stones. Does it drag
aaat them, or do they drag at it
aaaawith their hidden bones ?

The pavement's crowded
aawith shoppers' odd, livid notes —
aaaaa child's orange coat —

Each of us a ghost
aain the fog ; our hidden hands
aaaacarry deadweight bags.

Merry: to them all.
aaMerry Christmas, they mouth back
aaaain the still grey-black.

Katy, thank you so much for your time and I wish you and your family a fulfilling 2009.

More about Katy's collection Me And The Dead, click here.
To buy a copy, click here

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Madame Arcati's Christmas: Spend it with me!

I know many of you wonder what Madame Arcati does on Christmas Day, hoping to model your lives on my biorhythmic highs and lows as well as cultural habits. Naturally I must be allowed my space and privacy, but in the spirit of festive giving, here's a suggested timeline to get you through the 25th, part-inspired by the Pope's encouragement to gender blur (by condemning it) and to hug trunks (of trees and other hard oblong objects). Try to keep to the times dearies, as you parallel me, and do have a wonderful time. A single click on each video image should do it ....

10.48am You get up, gaze in the mirror and you think ... I'm So Beautiful ...

11.01am Ablutions-time: refresh those nooks and crannies - but can you trust your relatives not to wander in?

11.30am You're showered and fresh, time for a breakfast gobble as your folks natter over a used Hollywood magazine ...

Midday Mmm, that was sooooo nutritious. Oh fuck, the chicken ... please do not do what's done to the chicken here: would you prefer a roasted pink flamingo?

3pm The Queen weeps for the poor. Here's HM rehearsing ...

5.20pm Yum yum, it's Christmas din-sins: but such times can be a time of familial discord ...

7.30pm Time to burn off those Nigella-inspired calories - and don't forget the urine injection ...

8pm Time to reflect on a high point of 2008 ...

8.15pm Now for the evening movie - naturally a family movie featuring a Christian woman married to an X-rated movie theatre owner ....

Midnight Time to retire and rest the weary head so that one's soul may fly elsewhere ... but take off the make-up first ...

1am Oh, I forgot to open my prezzies. Ah - just what I always wanted, an inflatable slide ...

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Pope: 'Gender blurring dwells beneath your rockery'

In his end-of-year review to Vatican staff, Pope Benedict XVI named the greatest threat to distinctions between male and female.

The garden earthworm.

"To the innocent observer, the average garden seems a place like Eden, with its flowery stamens standing erect ready to drop their masculine loads from hairy pollen sacs through the agency of passing trade, er, I mean bees," said the Pontiff. "Yet in reality corruption burrows away out of sight, undermining the laws of ecology. The earthworm, Mr David Attenborough tells us, is both male and female, neither fish nor fowl, neither Martha nor Arthur, one of nature's hermaphroditic abominations, making a nonsense of gender definition.

"One gazes at an earthworm and one thinks: 'What are you? You slimy long thing, you, with your nasty, flaccid, thin shaft and liquidy stuff - ewww!' The earthworm subverts our understanding of girls and boys, of skirt and shirt: it is a Satanic thing designed to make a nonsense of what we know to be manly and womanly." He added: "Snails and slugs, too, are bisexual Friends of Dorothy. Do not be beguiled by these seemingly humble creatures, for, each possessing both male and female reproductive parts, they brazenly and publicly fornicate in an orgy of mutual insemination behind your blushing peonies and pansies."

The Pope called upon his followers to bear their forks and hoes down on the sinners - "Seek out Gomorrah in a sod and let it bake in the sun," he screamed before asking the TV camera crew, "Is it a wrap?"

The sign of Satan: the vermitranny

Monday, December 22, 2008

Oh dear. Guido Fawkes approves of bullying!

I asked Guido Fawkes the other day whether he had any comment to make on Andy Coulson, the Tory's spin doctor, who last week was found by an employment tribunal to have bullied a sports hack as editor of the News of the World. Fawkes' response to me? ...

"Happy Xmas. I hate employment laws. Takes all the fun out of the office."

Jokes aside, that sums up the problem of bullying in the work place.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Madame Arcati's Best of 2008 Awards

Madame Arcati is pleased to share some of her favourite things of 2008.

Arcati's Movie of the year
It was a toss up between Mamma Mia!, Changeling and Jonathan King's Vile Pervert: The Musical with Eva Mendes-starrer Live! nudging in there - an excellent satire on reality TV. In the end the winner is (40 second pause as practised on talent shows) ...

Vile Pervert: The Musical by Jonathan King
An excellent and provocative assault on tabloids, slippery celeb PRs, sob story opportunists, with Jonathan King playing more parts than Alec Guinness did in Kind Hearts and Coronets. His portrayal of minging tabloid editor Flame Mitchell was a tour de force. His paean to buggering boys was a total disgrace.

To watch the movie click here
To read Arcati's review click here

Arcati's Book of the year
Shena Mackay's The Atmospheric Railway was a reminder of why she is one of our best lyrical prose writers. The award in this category however goes to (pause - have a cuppa tea) ...

Going As Far As I Can: The Ultimate Travel Book by Duncan Fallowell
In an age when the gap year has all but ruined the mystery of the world for many people, Fallowell has a genius for finding places you would not even think about and then sprinkling glamour dust on them with his glittering prose. It would be fair to say that New Zealand was given the equivalent of a vampiric neck bite and turned into something fascinatingly undead by this book, after years of conformist vivacious dullness, even though many of its residents did not see it that way. Suddenly NZ is up there, wherever there is.

To buy a copy click here

Arcati's Nightclub Event of the year
So many to choose from. In the end there could only be one winner. (Pause for a quick wank) ...

Molly Parkin's The Parkin Lot at The Green Carnation, London
Molly is the nightclub hostess du jour. Only she could devise an evening that pleases both horny young boys looking for other boys and elderly women who sit with their legs apart on account of their sciatica. A brilliant piece of weekly theatre to a catholic soundtrack of dancy toons with Molly assisted by her glamorous daughter Sophie and her (Sophie's) delicious Spanish ex-fiance - at least I think he is. I may marry Molly next year and have a cat with her.

To attend click here.

Arcati's Opportunist of the year
Many contenders. But one stuck out like a bad case of priapism. Pause (while you whiten the teeth) ...

Simon Cowell
The way he ditched his protege Egg Nog in The X Factor final to back Alexandra Burke was truly breathtaking, a living example of how life is lived in the world of pop. Egg Nog must feel truly shafted. Still, he's only 16; and revenge is a dish best served .. eventually.

Arcati's Cock and Cunt of the year
This was a toughy. But at the last minute, as 2008 draws in forever, Madame Arcati attended a preview screening of The Reader and was blown away. So this award goes to (pause for a brief crotch gawp) ...

David Kross and Kate Winslet
The Reader may be about reconciliation after the horrors of the Holocaust, but the sex scenes between young German actor Kross and Titanic star Winslet are truly erotic. Kross' full-frontal reveals a pendulous meaty wanger below a cumulus congestus cloud of black pubes while Winslet showcases a fine example of clipped topiary such as would not disgrace a privet bush in West Sussex. That he plays a 15 year-old boy to her 36 year-old will hopefully not attract the adverse attentions of Mrs Flame Mitchell, ambitious toady of Rupert Murdoch, and guardian of the public morals when it suits her.

Arcati's Most Impressive Personal Performance of the year
I was tempted to give this to Christopher Hitchens for his notice-me antics in pretending to be tortured for a Vanity Fair promo on water-boarding - as the high priest of the religion of Atheism, he risked accidental martyrdom by personal PR - but in the end this prize had to go to (pause while you improve smile) ...

Gordon Brown, PM of UK
After suffering a public profile equalled only by that of Gary Glitter, the PM raged back on a tidal wave of economic disaster as his true calling revealed itself: to personify the gloom and create a neat match of exterior decor for aesthetic unity, thereby making it all seem so fated and fixable. It's in his horoscope, natch. There will be no 2009 election and I think he'll win in 2010.

Arcati's Most Useful Website of the year
After many deplorable attempts at bribery by other sites, Madame Arcati has no hesitation in awarding this prize to (pause to hum Hallelujah) ...

Access Interviews
Rob McGibbon's media interviews aggregator site is the best place to catch celeb encounters you may have missed in newspapers, magazines and other places. Rob has now taken to mischievous commentary. A great many interviews are of course total crap, especially if written by that PR-slave Baz Bamigboye. But there are occasional gems. A most innovative development in journalism.

To see the site click here

Arcati's Best TV Interviewer(s) of the year
The weakest field it must be said. Jonathan Ross doesn't count, although GMTV's Fern Britton and Phillip Schofield show promise, especially after their Kerry Katona assassination. So it gives me great pleasure to give this to (pause to fix the lippy) ...

Katie Price and Peter Andre
A belated award as their ITV2 chatshow disappeared in 2007. Pity. But only they could get the very best out of the celebs, such as Rupert Everett. Peter verbally strokes the victim, causing them to open up, before Katie throws a verbal spear into the gaping ego hole, a la Moby Dick's Capt Ahab: some may think she's aspergery but really she's just psychic about people and knows bullshit when she hears it. To read Arcati's shrewd assessment of the couple click here.

Arcati's British Newspaper Editor of the year
No award given this year. Must do better. But Veronica Wadley deserves some kind of recognition for making the London Evening Standard interesting again.

Arcati's Dance Track & Video of the year
No contest.

Eric Prydz's Pjanoo
Yum yum.

If you have other awards to give, don't hold back, dearies. MA x

Friday, December 19, 2008

Andy Coulson: Does David Cameron now condone bullying?

The dickhead who is now the Conservative party director of communications is a bully - and that's official.

The former editor of the News of the World Andy Coulson presided over a culture of bullying, an employment tribunal found yesterday. Former sports writer Matt Driscoll won his case for unfair dismissal and disability discrimination at the Stratford Employment Tribunal.

"We find the behaviour to have been a consistent pattern of bullying behaviour... with the intention to remove him (Driscoll) from their employment, whether through negotiating a settlement package or through a staged process of warnings leading to dismissal," the tribunal's judgment stated.

"The original source of the hostility towards the claimant [Driscoll] was Mr Coulson, the then editor of the News of the World; although other senior managers either took their lead from Mr Coulson and continued with his motivation after Mr Coulson's departure; or shared his views themselves. Mr Coulson did not attend the tribunal to explain why he wanted the claimant dismissed."

Why is Coulson still working for the Tories? Why hasn't he been fired? Would Tory leader David Cameron have tolerated it if Coulson had been convicted of criminal offences? What's the difference in essence? Does Cameron condone bullying in the work place? Don't imagine that silence will be accepted as an answer. Disgusting people like Coulson should be forced into psychiatric analysis for his and others' good. He is now working for a Conservative victory at the next election.

For more, click here.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Christmas email cards: But where's the soulful saliva?

The next cunt to send me a Christmas email card is so going on my Curse List - quite long this year.

What precisely can you do with a cunting email Christmas card? - print it out, spray starch on it and stick it on the mantelpiece? I don't think so. The Scrooges who resort to this cheapo, soulless, miserly gesture are not thinking straight.

The whole idea of cards is to put them someplace for all to see so that others can say: "My, how many friends you've got! Bitch!" Hard copy cards are heralds of tangible good wishes, cheery sentinels of desk and home surfaces, as opposed to impersonal email cards which simply stuff your inbox with unwelcome megabytes and probably can't be played in any case because you need Adobe cunting Flash or whatever the latest piece of crap from Silicon Hell is called.

There is something sensuous about the thought of saliva on the hard copy card envelope: someone has gone to the trouble of licking your prezzie. Isn't that faintly erotic and personal? There's no saliva to be found on an email Christmas card, just the thought of norovirus-enriched fingerprints on a keyboard. Not the same is it?

If Dickens were alive today he would not have written A Christmas Carol. He would have penned A Christmas Cunting Email Card, featuring an office misery who works out how much money he or she can save by sending out the company festive card. The ghosts of Christmas past, present and future would be the souls of all those forgotten, locked up or deleted email cards wailing for attention. They'd tell of what might-have-been had they been incarnated as Clinton hard copy cards, of friendships strengthened, of marriages saved and of kids returning, if only a hard copy Christmas card had been posted (you know, with a paid-for stamp, licked).

Don't you feel the loss?

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Warhol's idea to make media books pages profitable

The Guardian's splendidly dyspeptic media commentator Peter Wilby yesterday bemoaned the recent culling of books editors and feared a trend - apparently the Telegraph and Time Out are among the print media to have made an excuse of the global economic downturn and retired the nation's literary desk tenants. In the next breath Peter indicated that all or a few of those dumped had been replaced so I was left uncertain as to his point. But one came to me anyway.

Last night, as I sat upon my often bleached lav, I was leafing through Bob Colacello's riveting Holy Terror - his bio on his editorship of Andy Warhol's Interview. Andy was surprisingly astute about making money as we know, and he thought nothing of turning his magazine into one long ad - rather like Vogue is and most other glossies. He didn't see much point in interviews with writers, what was their commercial use? Writers didn't draw ads.

Then Warhol had a brain wave. Get every writer subject to mention which scent they wore - this would appeal to the perfume houses. I don't know if Bob bought the idea but I think it's an excellent one. Perhaps Roger Alton of the Indy and other editors might like to think about it - I have often wondered whether VS Naipaul wears a cologne and would love to know whether Doris Lessing likes a squirt of Caron's Poivre - a lively blend of red and black pepper, cloves and other spices. The bottle comes in a limited-edition Baccarat crystal.

Incidentally, Peter quotes novelist Susan Hill's disparagement of book critics and calls her a blogger. I think she is no longer. Susan disappeared from the blogosphere in the summer, probably because she thinks blogging's a waste of time. Susan is an Aquarian and I have learnt from experience that people born under the water bearer are given to capricious mind storms. They can go this way and that.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

The Day The Earth Stood Still: Green ad offends critics. Diddums

The powerful ecological theme of Fox's The Day The Earth Stood Still remake has upset those film critics who like to think that climate change has nothing to do with us, guv.

Here's Christopher Tookey in the Daily Mail: "Even more annoying are the film's smugly dictatorial assumptions. Once again, we are told that there is no alternative to some undefined 'Green' policy. If we don't obey their collective leadership unquestioningly and each buy ourselves a Toyota Prius - and I do mean right now - we're all going to die." "If you want to see all the cool special effects in this remake, watch the trailer. If you want the extreme environmentalist agenda that goes with them, buy a ticket."

Tim Robey in the Daily Telegraph: "The cocktail of lazy CGI and po-faced, sub-Al-Gore environment lecture leaves you light-headed with tedium."

Channel 4 Film: "The combination of greenwash and pansy-waisted Ivy League liberalism reaches retching point about midway through the film ... "

Pass the sickbag, Malice. These and other critics would have ridiculed Robert Wise's original film back in 1951 for its atomic warfare concerns: quite why so many journalists tend to blinkered stupidity I'm not sure: perhaps someone out there, an Earthling Klaatu perhaps, could explain it.

It should be remembered that Fox is owned by Rupert Murdoch who has belatedly become sympathetic to the Green movement, pushing his global empire to become carbon neutral in the foreseeable future. I'm sure he welcomed this updating of the movie. Klaatu's message to the world, that Earth doesn't need mankind but mankind needs Earth, is a lift of part of James Lovelock's Gaia Hypothesis which views the planet as a single organism.

The Day The Earth Stood Still could turn out to be the most expensive ad for the Greens ever. Most excellent.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Purple ties: You too can dress like The Joker(s)

The Prime Minister and his cabinet colleagues have taken to wearing purple ties, and they're not alone. The Tiewarehouse informs me that I can buy apparel similar to that worn by Heath Ledger's The Joker in The Dark Knight - including a purple tie.

If you want to emulate any of these very important icons of fashion, here's where to buy. Click here.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Craig Brown and AN Wilson lose to Jasper Gerard

I'm sorry to hear that Craig Brown and AN Wilson have been dropped by the Daily Telegraph. And just before Christmas. Well, I say sorry but really I only read the paper for Mandrake goss: Brown's parodies remain very funny in the Eye; Wilson I sometimes used to read when he had an eccentric column in the Evening Standard; otherwise his books and sensibility mean as much to me as Paul Gascoigne's ear wax.

The good news however is that Jasper Gerard continues to flog his prose tropes at the Telegraph. I understand he writes a sports column; not something I would read. His last restaurant review, of The Pass Restaurant in Horsham, West Sussex, cost the paper £96.93 for a four courser. I assume he paid at least a 10% tip on top: one can only suppose that an outlay of this sort, to patronise an honest business with a lot of homespun burble, must have been borne by the likes of Brown and Wilson.

I notice that Gerard "slurps" his soup, that he calls people "folk" and potatoes "spuds". The common touch, he's got it. I wonder how his terrorist comedy novel is coming along.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Amanda Holden and Chris Hughes: The Wedding

Northern & Shell PLC have sent out warnings to the global media (and beyond) not to infringe their rights in the "exclusive worldwide ... coverage of the wedding of Amanda Holden and Chris Hughes." Their "coverage of the Wedding will be published in the United Kingdom in issue (655) of OK!, which is on sale on Tuesday 30 December 2008." I am cancelling my order now just in case I'm tempted to cut out a pic, scan it and put it up here. Sometimes I can't trust myself, but I'm duly warned.

The notice adds that N&S will view the reproduction of any copyright material, "including the front cover of the relevant OK! magazine" as an infringement of their rights. They have also said that "they will take action to protect their rights in this material and to prevent publication or distribution of any unauthorised coverage (including photographs) of the Wedding. " I wonder if they'll sue me for reproducing words from their legal notice.

I must say I hadn't realised that Mr Hughes and Ms Holden were sooooooooo important. I thought she was just a minor TV star who has a nice smile as a judge on one of Simon Cowell's talent shows. As for Chris Hughes, he could be one of the Smurfs for all I know. I really must try to keep up.

Klaatu Barada Nikto

The line is not in the remake of The Day The Earth Stood Still - and just as well, it would have disrupted the integrity of this very good remake.

Jonathan King: 'BBC wanted to dump Eurovision'

Jonathan King (belated birthday wishes) writes again with interesting Eurovision memories ...

Glad you enjoyed my card Madame; as it happens, on the day you carried my comments on Eurovision, I celebrated my 64th birthday. A request to a Mr McCartney to pop over and sing me his song did not provoke a personal appearance, possibly as I added "feel free to ignore this if you've ever been asked before".

When I took over the UK selection for Eurovision, then channel controller Botney (Yentob) was furious - he wanted to scrap the show and the huge ratings I provided scuppered his plans. I felt at the time it wasn't just Alan but the entire BBC which wanted Eurovision dumped (I also begged to take over Top of the Pops as that was looking in trouble... and the rest is history).

Why oh why is popularity so often regarded as bad? My idols, Dickens and Shakespeare, were popular from Day One and remain so in 2008.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Jonathan King: 'Let me take over Eurovision again'

The former Eurovision maestro Jonathan King has responded to my post about the removal of Sir Terry Blarney and his replacement Graham Blarney as BBC host of the annual song contest ...

I'm sad to say I agree with you totally Madame; Norton and Andrew will simply make it into another branch of reality TV.

I really wish the BBC would have the balls to let me take it back over, after all, I did bring the UK a win last time around. But the BBC's balls were amputated shortly before their backbone was removed and they grovelled to Mr Dacre and his righteous indignation over Ross and Brand.

Dear Jonathan

I sooooooooooooo agree with you, you would be great; and certainly it would perk up interest again in Eurovision after years of BBC indifference and arrogance - I would end the licence fee tax tomorrow if I had the power. And btw, thank you so much for your delightful Christmas card. You look most becoming in red satin knickers, stilettos and fishnet stockings below a policeman's uniform as you flash your person outside a courthouse.
MA x

Friday, December 05, 2008

Julie Burchill and her 'foot amputation'

Holy Moly writes: "Best rumour sweeping medialand this week was that Julie Burchill had had her foot amputated because of gout! A mole spoke to Julie and thankfully it wasn’t true. Who starts rumours like this?!" Indeed.

It was Madame Arcati who (I think) first reported that Julie had a foot encased in an air-pressure plaster cast (not because of gout) and she had a 5% chance of amputation if the condition didn't improve in a number of months (see original story on labels). I saw it myself down in Brighton. I'm sure she'll be OK.

Quite how that got turned into an amputation story I don't know but I suspect some semi-educated employee of the dead tree media is responsible.

Eurovision: Wogan? Norton? What's the difference?

My campaign to rid the Eurovision Song Contest of BBC host Terry Wogan has been a great success: the pompous blarnier has been carted off at last. But only to be replaced by Graham Norton. This is a huge error. Wogan's contemptuous levity was part of the UK's defeatism and amateurishness in the face of triumphant north and east Europeans. Norton is just another Wogan. And with Andrew Lloyd Webber as composer of our 2009 entry, I think we can safely look forward to another "Royaume-Uni: nil points". The BBC is the problem, its whole approach is wrong-headed and arrogant - the inevitable consequence of leeching smugly on the public purse. The BBC doesn't get Eurovision. I shall start a new campaign to bury Norton. Watch this space.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Transporter 3: Great soundtrack, shame about the film

Transporter 3 is insane, but the track at the end is just, so, so oooh, gooorgeous.

Save The Colony Room - let's dance

The Carpé Noctum Ball to raise funds for the Save the Colony Room Club campaign - some tickets still available at £100 - - NOT to be missed. There will be a few tickets on the door but these will be £150, so hurry and buy now.

Baz Luhrmann's Australia ....

All about prettiness really, as you'd expect of the Moulin Rouge director. Australia and Australia are exceedingly pretty as are Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman (esp without the beard). The little "half-caste" boy - he's so pretty I thought he was a girl for 20 minutes. Kangaroos look great in profile, velvet ears flopping about. The landscapes - painterly, dear, painterly. The only really ugly person is the old rum drunk who does Nicole's accounts: you know his end will be sticky but honourable. "King George", the ancient Aboriginal mystic, posing about as Australia's old mythic soul, is prettily old, with a lovely small arse and sharp skin wraps. And I don't think I've ever seen better looking battle ships going up in smoke: such handsome arabesques on the theme of grey from writhing steel aflame. Luhrmann forever seeks the pretty and his topics are incidental to this, including Australia. I don't think Australia will make its producers rich(er).

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Fiona Russell Powell: Rupert, Clive and a non-orgasm

Can't be bothered to think today so I happen on Fiona Russell Powell's site which is a sort of museum of her sleb interviews. I once accused her of asking Andy Warhol whether he was gay and she denied it. So I re-read The Face interview with the Holy Terror ....

FRP: And you've been working on a set of prints called Queens .
AW: Yes, I've been doing that.
FRP: Are you one of them?
AW: Er, er, oh well, everybody knows that I'm a queen . . . but the prints are of royal ones and stuff. There are just four queens; I did an African queen and she's great.

Did she ask him playfully or did he misunderstand playfully? Like I said, I can't think.

Then I read her long vicious piece on her ex-lover Clive James. She writes of the period before they started cock-cunting:

"While we sat and pattered, Rupert Everett kept ringing from location in Yugoslavia threatening never to speak to me again "if you let him get in your knickers!" Clive smiled indulgently while I apologised for the interruptions." Later, when things had turned sour and he had failed to give her an orgasm, she recalls: "He had grown possessive, refusing to believe that my friendship with Rupert Everett was purely platonic ... "

I think I may have to interview Fiona, once described by Boy George as a "good-time ghoul". Here's her site. Some great Q&As and a horrible bitch piece on my darling Julie Burchill.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Tim Walker: Nat not on your yacht: Ephraim in frame: Tim sings hymn: And a Dickie Nickie

Did the Telegraph's gorgeous Mandrake gosser Tim Walker really scoop the nationals by revealing that George Osborne and Lord Mandy Hello Sailored with Nat Rothschild on rich bastard Deripaska's yacht off Corfu? Tim told Madame Arcati that he did (but he didn't say Nat was on board), the Sunday Times' Martin Ivens seemed to claim that he did, or did he? A noted observer writes in ...

No, no: Ivens claimed the scoop about the fact that Mandy had been "dripping poison". Ephraim Hardcastle in the Mail placed Mandy and Osborne at lunch together in Corfu; then Ivens got briefed about "poison" (this to be fair is what he claims, though he did do it rather painfully, agreed); then Tim Walker did the yacht minus Nat; then Nat put himself there (in the Times).

God, this is now getting dull but we do need it to be right if we are going to start boasting, don't we Tim?

Dear Noted Observer,
Thank you for your clarification. Or is it?

Oh, and now Tim has written in. May as well bung it here ...

From The Office of Tim Walker, The Telegraph

Dear Madame,
It all gets a bit confusing, but the fact is we said in Mandrake that Mandelson and Osborne had been on Deripaska’s yacht. One week later the Sunday Times reported that Mandelson and Osborne had been on Deripaska’s yacht. We have had a lot of other exclusives on Mandrake though and certainly a lot more than any of our so-called rivals: Mark Thatcher’s secret wedding, Dame Maggie Smith's fight with breast cancer, Joanna Trollope quitting her publisher Bloomsbury and Hello!'s £500,000 deal with Peter Phillips for coverage of his wedding… I could go on but I am a) too modest and b) have to write up more big scoops for tomorrow’s column. Best of luck with your entertaining website.
Best, Tim

Dear Tim,
Darling, it appears you have conceded that Nat appeared on the yacht a bit after your first entirely authentic scoop. Now that we've got that out of the way, we can celebrate your many and several story devirginalisations. Nesta sends her love.

Oh, and did you see gosser Richard Kay's story today in the Mail about Britt Ekland's Christmas plans? Lifted word for word from Teletext's Showbiz Spy, a source whispers to me. Nice to see tabloid environmentalism in action.
MA x

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Bing Crosby: Time we banned his festive stink

Time I think to found a Ban Bing Crosby (BBC) society or club. I stormed out of two stores today because of their nicotine-coated White Christmas serenades as old bitch bargain hunters trampled to death promising young sperm donor shop assistants: to think, profit margins might have grown fatter on my festive generosity. Alas, Bing Crosby shooed me away and so two businesses now face an uncertain future in these already parlous economic times.

St Augustine, in his The City of God, speaks of men with “such command of their bowels, that they can break wind continuously at will, so as to produce the effect of singing." Flatulism has an illustrious history: the well known Gemini, Le Pétomane (Joseph Pujol), was a professional farteur who imitated musical instruments. The professional farters of medieval Ireland were called braigetori.

So Crosby fans should not be upset if I say that the only possible explanation for Bing’s low, rumbling crooner emissions is that he was a consummate flatulist whose anal belches were recorded then replayed very slowly indeed (to the accompaniment of trumpet, piano, fiddle and his lilting whistlings).

Par rump pa pump pum etc etc (my thanks to Crista for this exemplary reminder).

Whether such a noise should be actively encouraged where decent couples (and their children) congregate to purchase goods is worthy of serious thought. Lest we forget, flatulence is a major cause of global warming: do we really want to encourage the celebration of this destructive sound as we seek budget-friendly goodies thanks to a 2.5% reduction in VAT?

To finish, listen to Bing singing a hymn to gay love (did you not realise he celebrated gay love? Oh dear, indiscreet me. And he beat his kids and had bad breath). And then listen to a cacophony of farts for comparative analysis, click here.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Mark McGowan: A very poor Menezes stunt. Pathetic

NB If you leave a negative comment on YouTube for the video below it will be deleted - censorship in a word. Three of my comments have been removed. Mark McGowan practises censorship.

A very disappointing re-enactment of the death of the police killing of Jean Charles de Menezes by stunt artist Mark McGowan. I was expecting to see a man running into a Tube train and shot to death by hyped-up, self-aggrandising police as a bunch of civilian cocks and cunts screamed and cowered around and about in the carriage. Instead we have a silly cock with a bloodied grocery box on his head lying in the street outside Stockwell station as unwashed and beardy photographers take pictures: plainly London Underground did not grant permission to protest the unlawful killing of an innocent man. A very, very poor performance. I shall not be publicising McGowan's work again. Next he'll be doing at-homes with Hello! And it's time he learned to spell.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Rupert Everett stars in Madame Arcati play

Madame Arcati can scarcely believe that Rupert Everett is to star in the Broadway revival of Blithe Spirit, the Noel Coward play in which I was born. Angela Lansbury will play me, the "dotty medium" (I may sue). Rupes is Charles. Seasoned Arcatistes will be amused by his casting for he has featured a number of times on this blog, recently as the once-wearer of a cockring which chipped the tooth of an enthusiastic blower. And Duncan Fallowell drew my attention to Rupes in the buff.

Is it possible that Rupes was drawn to Coward's creation through the blogging mediumship of Madame Arcati? How curious is fate.

Tim Walker: Mandy/Osbo/Nat scoop mine, not Ivens'

The Telegraph's Mandrake gosser Tim Walker writes ....

I am Tim Walker and I am cheered by these kind remarks. The only reason I started boasting about the Deripaska/Osborne/Rothschild/Mandelson (perm any pair you choose as we mentioned them all in our first story) is that Martin Ivens of the Sunday Times claimed in the Guardian media section that this scoop was his. It was not at all.

Dear Tim,
Thank you, darling. In the light of this explanation, I fully concur. Ivens' vainglorious piece was truly comic, especially since he claimed he and his mighty paper would be pursuing Mandy ... and delivered precisely nothing so far as I can see, beyond lots of made-up questions designed to bring about a third Mandy resignation. Mandy is Arcati's hero, his media manipulations are a thing of Banksy, though I wouldn't expect you to agree with that. MA x

Recession! HM The Queen sets an example

"The Queen has urged Royal Family members to be mindful of the widening economic slump by refraining from public displays of luxury" - all media.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Changeling: Brilliant film despite Dominick Dunne

One of the best movies of recent times is Clint Eastwood's Changeling starring Angelina Jolie: it's out this week in the UK and I hope picks up Oscars galore. For the most part Jolie reins in her natal aggression - her cherry blimp lips the only early indicator of inner fire - giving rise to a sense of a sparky, molten repression in the face of police corruption. Critics have raved or bitched depending on the stomach for emotional intensity: plainly the absence of an explosion or a superhero has brought on the delirium tremens in some of the kids; others can't cope with multi-genre plotting (otherwise known as Life), this being based on a true story. I'm not going into what the film is about -if you're still in the dark, sample this lot.

Clint's only lapse is the presence of Dominick Dunne, the Vanity Fair celebrity name-dropper, in the film: he appears as some sort of mute juror late in the movie, resembling an ancient plucked owl about to swoop on a rodent. Readers of his meandering prose will know that he specialises in attending celebrity court trials, writing them up in VF and in books, for the most part telling us what we've read or seen already, then filling these chronicles out with gossip-lite intermissions about what some society twat told him about so-'n'-so in the twat's castle. He's so on the ball that he thought OJ Simpson would be found guilty of killing his wife and her friend despite Princess Diana's shrewd analysis to Dunne that he'd be acquitted.

So, Dunne's presence in the film is a wink to fans of his ringside slebby court chronicles. Well, it keeps the old fucker going, I suppose.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Tim Walker: Nitwit Nat not on yacht (to start with)

Mandrake gosser Tim Walker of the Telegraph writes today, "After my revelations about how Nat Rothschild had been hobnobbing with the Russian tycoon Oleg Deripaska, George Osborne and Lord Mandelson during the summer ... "

Ooh, let's stop there, duckies. It's true Tim first revealed on October 5 that Mandy and Osborne had been hobnobbing with Deripaska on the last's yacht - a very fine scoop I'm sure - but in the report no mention was made of Rothschild being on board, though he was described as the Russian's "close business associate". This changed when Nat wrote to the Times on October 25 making his various claims and placing himself on the yacht. Then Tim included Nat in his bulletins. Please amend your opening line, Mr Mandrake.

Tim's Oct 5 report (though the report carries a later date)

William Cash and his foursome

Dear Madame
In case anyone is interested (I doubt it!) William Cash's newest magazine has no less than four pictures of himself.

Dear Anon
Thank you for telling us. Which magazine is this? In ignorance one supposes it is dedicated to the super-rich and makes much use of the word "oligarch". I hope it's called something like The Cash Register or Heiress Today, Gone Tomorrow. I like the story of the silly rich cunt who is having a wing built for his or her doggies that will have eye-recogntiion technology so that the woofers can come and go as they please - that is something Cash will be onto. How's his marriage to Vanessa? I really can't be bothered with any of this but please feel free to tell me what you all know starting with the magazine - has it Nicholas Coleridge as a contributing writer?

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Sebastian Horsley: 'I'll marry him on Christmas Day'

Gosh, suddenly I'm the patron saint of escorts! Well, they're better company than ghastly hacks, that's for sure. Now, Sebastian Horsley. He has many friends, I see, and one in particular, Belle, got in touch and I said to her: C'mon, talk to me about him, tell us about Sebastian, the man who says he's visited over 1,000 prostitutes and is a Will Self old chum. So this is what happened ...

Belle, how long have you known Sebastian? Where did you meet him? What was the thing that sparked the friendship?

I met Sebastian in September at an Arts & Literary festival called Gold 08 which took place in Shoreditch. Myself and a friend had recently read his fantastic book, Dandy in the Underworld (named after the Marc Bolan tune) and had spoken to Sebastian a couple of times through cyberspace, so when we heard he was doing a talk at the event, we felt it extremely necessary to go and meet the man himself!

After his talk, which we seriously enjoyed (I think that some others in the room were a touch shocked, and definitely did not get some of the topics he was describing ... a bit like on This Morning!) the three of us sat chatting away on the steps of Shoreditch Town Hall for a while, discussing all things from his book, to Bolan, our musical tastes, films, London, Manchester.

What did you talk about when you first met?

See previous answer.

Is it a platonic relationship?

He is of the male species. I am of the opposite. So yes. Sebastian?

Who does more talking, you or he?

Both? Although I never know when to shut up. Only when gagged!

How often do you see him? Is it mainly remote eg phone, email?

Since meeting Sebastian in September, we have hooked up once which was a couple of weeks ago. I visited Horsley Towers with another friend, then we went out for afternoon tea in Soho. I hope to be in London again in the coming weeks so maybe then, who knows!

Apart from that, we mainly chat via email as I live in Manchester.

Would you describe Sebastian as happy, content, unhappy, troubled, all of the above in a healthy balance?

N/A - Don't really think I can answer this as I don't know him 'that well' at present.

Tell me something of yourself?

I recently turned 26, which according to Sebastian is quite an 'offensive' age ha ha! I currently reside in Manchester and work in radio.

What's your view of his whoring?

I find it quite interesting to be honest. Until I read Sebastian's book, I hadn't really thought about it, but it all kind of makes sense, I mean most of the things that go on in the world, whether wacky or 'the norm' make some kind of sense and can be understood one way or another. Myself and most people who I know are a bit crazy and certainly not average, so I am very much a believer in that as long as you are not harming anyone, you should be able to do what you like and what makes you happy.

You bought him nail varnish recently. What's the precise colour?

I'm a huge fan of nail polishes and not so long ago came across the Barry M range. Now I have tried nearly every make possible, including the likes of Chanel, but I find these have the most amazing colours and don't chip as quickly as other brands, which I'd say is pretty damn good! I think that Sebastian would have been wearing either the Red Glitter on its own, or Bright Red, topped with Red Glitter. Didn't it look fabulous? - I think it even got a comment from Jack Dee post the This Morning interview!

What do you both talk about mainly now? Is Gordon Brown a subject likely to feature?

Anything and everything.

Are you in love with him?

Why of course! I do not think it is possible not to be. I've heard that every woman who meets Sebastian falls at his feet ... I did ... I actually then went on to fall down the aforementioned steps at Shoreditch Town Hall.

Will you spend Christmas together? If not, where?

Yes. We will be married on Christmas Day, then divorce on Boxing Day. What a way to celebrate!

Monday, November 24, 2008

Crista Carter: 'I love my work as an indie escort'

Crista Carter works as an escort in Scotland and got in touch with Madame Arcati following my postings on artist Sebastian Horsley who says he's visited over 1,000 prostitutes. She agreed to talk about her work.

Crista, sweetheart! You came into my awareness on one of the Sebastian Horsley postings. You told us you're an escort and that what you don't need is any caring for by the government. So tell us a bit about yourself ... you work in Scotland?

Yes, I have a full time "day" job and I am an Independent Escort mainly weekends. The two roles compliment themselves. I am paid for who and how I am with people and how I relate and communicate with people. I do research, deliver groups and counselling which is my main background where clients can express themselves in whatever way is possible to them. My escorting is when my body becomes the canvas. A conduit for sexual desires, needs and explorations. Both roles are caring and a privilege.

I cover Edinburgh and Dundee areas for escorting on an out call basis. So this means I go to my clients mainly hotels or my "punters'" homes. I am in a position to be the one that does the caring, so the concept of being cared for ... well I meet those personal needs in whichever way I choose that is separate from work needs.

So what's your view of the new proposed laws on prostitution? Useful or useless?

I personally believe as a sex worker, this industry is vast and most ladies similarly providing an independent service are appalled by human trafficking and those exploited through sex slavery. I have attended many conferences and debates around the exploitation of woman. I have also been pivotal in setting up women's groups where there have been gaps within service provisions. So basically I am open to explore ideas presented by this government.

However I am a strong believer that this Labour government is not entirely open about its part and its enabling of what has occured regarding the transportation of women from EU countries, East Timor and other places of conflict. The United Nations has been reluctant to name and shame those that initially started the ball rolling, yet it wants to name and shame "punters"!!

The UN Peace Keeping Forces are a power and a law unto themselves, so much so that some countries have been reluctant to have them accessing their countries in order to protect women from being exploited and for illegal arms to enter their countries due to the level of corruption in the UN: independent companies that work on the UN's behalf have falsified passports and allowed forced prostitution to happen.

The principle that is being put forward by our government serves who? As I have commented, the sex industry is a vast area and I certainly see the government can only want a piece of that pie! Who wouldn't? The industry revenue is vast. I've never been pimped out by anyone so I certainly wouldn't accept the government stepping in to "protect" me. They have been quite vocal about marginalising those that provide a much needed service in this country. Why would we trust them when they hold such uneducated, biased views!

Will the new laws make your life worse/better?

It's hard to answer this, we go to sleep and in the morning another new law has been introduced. I really don't know how the proposed changes will affect me to be honest. Being independent, escorting maybe unaffected. However I would find it very amusing if "the god squad" burst into the hotel room where I'm entertaining a client to find out if the sexual act is consensual and to ascertain who is exploiting who in whatever position they find us in! Ha ha. I am very frustrated about the effects this proposed law change would have on clients. My clients I hold a respect for: some are extraordinary, creative, intelligent, remarkable men. They have shaped who I am in a positive way.

[Home Secretary] Jacqui Smith is a ....

Fuckwit puppet that has no idea, compassion or understanding of the service I or other ladies similarly provide. Yes, one of those arse wipers that would probably have been defending the laws against same-sex relationships because purely, that was the law. No foresight or vision.

What did you make of Sebastian? Have you met his sort before?

Love him to bits, he is an escort's icon. He is art, and his body is also a conduit of it. He has an understanding of our industry and I find him creative and amusing. I received his book from a client last year as a belated birthday present. This industry is full off all sorts and everything; I love it. Yesterday I asked a few fellow escorts what they thought of Sebastian. Obviously they loved his nails, he's as nutty as me, type quotes. Sebastian is the first "punter" to speak out. Hopefully that may encourage other guys to talk. However this is a secret society by its very nature and some clients would never like that type of exposure or media attention. Their wives may be watching or their day jobs are high profile etc. The same appreciation is also applied to women or males that provide a sexual service.

I see you charge £150 an hour and £1,100 for an overnight stay. Do all your clients want sex - or is it a general service you offer eg companionship, conversation?

Good point and question to ask. My fee is what I am comfortable charging here in Scotland. It does vary. I do have a few London clients that are up here on business and will pay London prices. I don't change prices, so they will leave a tip. I generally will have met the client before with regards an overnight booking. Purely in case we don't click and have 12hrs in each others company!

Not all clients require a sexual service I'd say roughly 80% do. One client of mine is disabled - he served in the Army and was sexually active before his accident. He loved female company but struggles now psychologically with how he feels about himself and the world around him. Physically he struggles with erections but loves nakedness, touching and massage. He finds that an intimate enough connection. I have another client who writes and concentrates on erotica and enjoys reading and discussing art as we both wander around naked. Love his company, it's very liberating and he draws inspiration from our contact. I sometimes pose nude for another client.

Some guys just want oral stimulation so penetrative sex is off the menu. I don't have bookings where I will be in and out of a hotel room. Don't like the attention that draws to me at hotels as I am very discreet. So dinner dates at hotels are generally off my menu unless I'm touring.

What if the guy looks revolting?

Ha ha (nearly fell on my chair). Never really thought any guy I've had contact with as being revolting. Some are boring and lack communication/social skills. So I can wander off into thoughts of my shopping list or ponder what friends are doing etc. I'm trying to recall memories here. One guy was on the rather large size, not that it was revolting, just impossible to do cowgirl. What did revolt me I guess was his preoccupation with chocolate. Now I do love chocolate but for a two-hour booking all you heard was the rustling of chocolate wrappers and him eating - and kissing a Snickers-filled gob was a bit revolting. Tedious booking and very bland.

You said in your comment to Madame Arcati that you enjoyed your work ... would you say you're unusual in this or do many women enjoy what generally would be called prostitution?

No I wouldn't say it's unusual, the women I have regular contact with and close friends in this industry love their job. Take pride in their craft. Although sex can be great fun, it's also therapy for many. Brings clients out of loneliness and isolation

What of the dangers?

There are dangers in every job and you always have to assess risk, do security checks. An important port of call is not only your gut instinct but fellow escorts. There are lists of mobile numbers of dodgy clients, time wasters etc etc. Communication is key. A web resource called SAAFE is useful for women in this industry regarding safety issues. Someone always knows where I am and how long I'll be with a client.

Do you escort for women?

No I don't offer a service to women, purely because I do not feel bisexual and really don't want to be a fraud in a sense. I did agree to see a married couple once ... em, twice. It was great fun and another way for me to explore my sexuality. 450 quid for my pussy to be licked with two tongues sold the encounter to me, ha. The couple were fab. It was their story that caught my attention. They had two kids, 4yrs and 6yrs. The mother had battled cancer over the last few years and since she had been told the cancer was clear from her body, the couple were living each day as if it was their last. Something they had become accustomed to. They were living again as a family and they wanted to explore different things which included sex. So I really enjoyed my contact with them on their part of their journey.

I personally would like to see properly run Pleasuring Centres, run for taxable profit, staffed by salaried people trained in sexual technique, holistic massage, basic nursing and self-defence karate. The PCs would be for everyone with all manner of sex worker with different interests. They could be government run or whatever. These wouldn't replace private escorts, but might help to dispel all the stigma associated with prostitution. PCs would have armed security staff. What do you think?

Just wouldn't like to see what we facilitate as becoming clinically governed. There are many parlours with ladies fully qualified in the areas you have suggested. There are soooo many well run facilities, yet there are places that are the pits. It can be very difficult to get a sense of a lady as an individual in some parlours who have half hour quicky bookings. It can be like a conveyor belt for some, but ladies can earn just as much money as an Independent escort. I know some wonderful parlour owners and ladies that don't receive enough credit for what they do. Everyone I know pays tax already and lots of it. "Therapist" is the usual name given to the tax man for what we provide.

There are sexual services that are run in the way you describe that I or you wouldn't know about because it is the underbelly of the industry that is controlled by unscrupulous bastards. Where tax isn't payed and women are objectified. It's so sad. There is no place for armed security in our industry! However I see its purpose for those that are hiding exploitation and those that are knowingly using this type of service.

Good sex is ....

Available to everyone at the moment. It's whatever you want it to be. Good sex is liberating.

Tell us about one client ....

Em ... In January I saw a boxer and we found some middle ground talking about Yoga. It was a 3hr hotel booking. It was the most exhausting service I've provided and wish I'd never mentioned yoga!. Almost 3hrs hard at it. Now I understand what the wheelbarrow position is. At one point I was in a handstand ffs. I have a good laugh about it now and have been the butt of many escort friends' jokes. This is due to the hamstring injury I received. A few months of physiotherapy. He was a hell of a sexy guy though. I almost collapsed at the water machine dehydrated and delirious post-session.

Are you in a relationship?

Relationships are difficult - try to get a guy to appreciate and understand what we do is like finding a needle in a haystack. I'm honest if the relationship is important and you are getting to know each other more intimately. I don't believe in fuck-buddies, the whole concept makes me feel ill. So my sexual needs do also get met through bookings. Failing that there are toys. I am in a long-distance relationship and he knows what I do. He takes nothing to do with my escort business. If it did get more serious I'd throw in the towel.

One previous relationship where I was open and honest, as was he, worked for a bit. It was so easy to identify when it wasn't working as I wanted to charge him for his time. He was beginning to feel like a client so I ended the relationship swiftly.

Tell me about Somerset Maugham, I see on your site you're reading him. He was a bit of a goer ...

Yes he was, and really fascinated in the concept of "double lives", I can relate to that. I also wonder what it was like for him being gay in his era. Not that long ago, but interested in his writing and the various influences around for him. The whole secret agent espionage thing is intriguingly seductive. I do love reading and working my way through his short stories when I have the time.

Crista! Thank you so much for your time. We must have tea next time I'm north of the border.

You would be more than welcome. Thank you for taking the time to show an interest in escorting and compiling your questions for me. Would love you to join me for tea ... and crumpet lol x

Crista's website

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Mark McGowan: The killing of Jean Charles de Menezes

In an extraordinary art event artist Mark McGowan is to re-enact the killing of Jean Charles de Menezes on Saturday, November 29, 2008. The event starts at 2pm outside Stockwell tube and finishes downstairs on the underground platform. McGowan says: "I think it is awful that de Menezes was killed in such a violent way. The cover-up and blatant lies by the police, who in fact have been giving false testimonies and purjured themselves in recent weeks, is absolutely terrible."

Friday, November 21, 2008

Sebastian Horsley: 'Fancy a fuck, Madame?'

Sebastian writes ...
Oh I'm so clever, I wish I could sleep with myself. Fancy a fuck Madame Antarctica? Or would you mind lying down while I have one?
Sebastian Horsley x

My Dear Sebastian,
How our sexual interlude transpires is a mere matter of detail. But I am having a bromance with Julie Burchill, and I'm thinking of a betrothal to Molly Parkin - it's not that I'm a starfucker or name-dropper, but one has to factor in all other considerations as my Moon is in Pisces. Though I have noted your aperçu: "People who believe in astrology were born under the wrong star sign." Still, Madame welcomes all-comers if they're interesting ....
PS And you are.
Duncan Fallowell naked

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Sebastian Horsley: Fancy me not knowing of him

I didn't know of artist Sebastian Horsley's existence until I caught sight of him on This Morning talking about his visits to 1000-plus prostitutes. The nancers were talking about some idiot new law the busybody Home Sec wants to bring in which proposes to hang and quarter men who are into commercial cock-cunting, and there was Aunty Denise, 97, clucking away as Sebastian said he relished breaking the law. "Visiting all those prostitutes must have addled your brain," she barked, chins swaying like Capt Mainwaring's saggy testicles. To which he stuck his tongue out at her when she wasn't looking.

His nails were painted red, his eyes mascaraed. His collars had the wingspan of a golden eagle. I knew he'd be trouble when his off-camera audible sighs filled the air as the nancers said what they imagined their mothers, fathers or other restriction figure wanted to hear. It's not Sebastian's fault if Phillip Schofield confines his cock to the marital comfort zone. We really must stop trying to impose our comfort zones on other people: sex workers need taken care of, not nannying nancers and their corrupted Christian Reader's Digest approach to life.

I see now that Sebastian wrote a book earlier this year which passed me by, Dandy in the Underworld. Apparently he has spent £100,000 on commercial cock-cunting and another £100,000 on crack cocaine. The coke I can believe, the cock-cunting I'm not so sure about: I would need to assess the kind of prostitutes we are talking about here: male, female, tranny. I suppose I'll have to read the book to find out. He also underwent a voluntary crucifixion. Yet he lived to tell the tale.

Here he is, Sebastian Horsley's Guide to Whoring ...

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Jimmy Carr and his voguish Dawkins comforter

The comic Jimmy Carr says he lost his Catholic guilt about being an atheist after he read Richard Dawkins' The God Delusion. So he appears to have replaced one faith with another. Fascinating!

Julie Burchill's vicar the Reverend Gavin Ashenden of Sussex University tells me that when he asked Dawkins to debate religion with him, the Priest of Atheism did a runner. Apparently his faith in No-God wasn't robust enough to meet the intellectual challenge.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Bond, Connery buggery and Roger Moore's sausage

Last night I dreamt that a man who looked the spit of Sean Connery was involved in a sexual relationship with another man. Then they moved in together much to the consternation of their respective wives. In another scene in a hospital, a third man said to the Connery man: "You have fucked that man [lying in the the next bed] with your penis for about nine years." And Connery man replied: "Yes, but a master enjoys it."

I have odd dreams it is true, and I think I know why I had this one. Earlier in the day I had been intrigued by the TV trailers for the Cuba Gooding Jr film Boat Trip in which Roger Moore appears by the side of a man in a restaurant, forks a sausage off his plate and licks the length of its shaft in a sexually suggestive fashion. A Bond association was subconsciously triggered, I am certain. Isn't the mind a funny thing? Or perhaps dream analysts among you may have other interpretations.

Legal notice: It is not suggested that Sean Connery is gay whatsoever: such an idea belongs only in the fantasy context of the above described dream.

David Montgomery - another flop on his CV

"FORMER Mirror Group boss David Montgomery has agreed to relinquish some control over his struggling European newspaper empire, Mecom," reports The Times today. What did I say sometime back? Find my posting on the fated pathway of the hopeless, bullying slag, Montgomery. My curse is irrevocable.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Charles at 60: 'Oh, blast, is she still alive?'

The ailing Sunday Express seems to think Charles will start "ruling" when he's 65 (the claim is wisely condomed in quote marks). This is not the view of former Express royal corespondent Ashley Walton. Writing on Tina Brown's Daily Beast site he claims: "Palace 'friends' say that now, at 60, Charles accepts that the Queen’s robust health and formidable genes mean he is unlikely to be King until his late seventies." In other circumstances this might seem a happy prospect - you know, your mum living to about 100 - but here it sounds like a depressing, life-restricting, doom-laden prophecy. Still, what does Ashley know? He can't even get Dame "Judy" Dench's name right.

Ashley's supposed inside view of Charles' 60th Birthday (ie Nexus cuts and warmed up goss), click here.

Meanwhile, 10 arse-licks for Charles from Jonathan Dimbleby in the Sunday Times - composed in that deferential, solicitous awe (if spoken, adopt a measured, soft tone) which allows criticism before the crucial, forelock-tugging, pivotal but:

1 "Persecuted by moralisers, hypocrites and cynics ..."
2 "He is charming, generous and thoughtful"
3 "He empathises with troubled souls"
4 "He combines [a] generosity of spirit with an intense seriousness of purpose"
5 "A loving father"
6 "He finds himself sought after for the expertise ... and ...wisdom he has accumulated 'minding' about the world"
7 "Bill Clinton, says: 'The prince is ... always a step ahead of me. I am astonished by his reach"
8 Senior cabinet minister: “He has an amazing range of interests and none of them are superficial."
9 "The complex, driven man ..."
10 "Those who have been on the receiving end of his solicitude do not easily forget it ..."

For more of this, click here.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Jody Tresidder: Christopher Hitchens and a female boxer

Writer Jody Tresidder has responded to my posting "Obama to close Guantánamo; Hitchens can't imagine" in which I commented on Christopher Hitchens' waterboarding stunt for Vanity Fair ...

Dear Madame,
I just bet Hitchens would have been waspishly snooty had someone else (appropriately dazzling) done the "stunt" first! And Madame's line - "Christopher Hitchens as the intellectuals' David Blaine is about the only nice thing I can think to say about this show-off..." is horribly good.

Still, my stomach agrees with Ms. Baroque's qualified defense of his gumption.

I once interviewed (for the Evening Standard) a fiercely clever and adorable Brit who had become a female boxer here in the US (not a "foxy boxer" - a real contender, even if women in this sport remains something of a stunt draw).

I can still recall almost fainting with unexpected, drenching terror when she quietly marched away from our jolly pre-bout chat down a grimy corridor, and into the distant, noisy, blue flood-lit ring. I suddenly understood she was walking out there to get voluntarily punched very hard by someone else.

I realized I could not ever - not even with the strict safety rules - visibly stricter for women than for men - the meticulous refereeing, the hysterical, uplifting support of the crowd and all her mental and physical preparation - never in a billion, million years, climb up into that ring myself.

And I knew even as I disapproved of her - a little bit- for being suckered by the perverse glamour of it all, she had gumption - and I did not. So my stomach feels the same watching Hitchens here. I couldn't do it.

Darling Jody,
Always a pleasure to read you. I don't doubt Hitchens' courage/gumption/chutzpah - whatever you want to call it. But then Blaine and his kind can boast these attributes. If we are agreed (and I'm not sure we are) that the essential nature of Hitchens submitting himself to waterboarding was a stunt (ie done for self-publicity) then we need not dwell too much on his derring-do. It's amazing how the prospect of even more acclamation steels the heart: camera clicks and flashlight are as mother's milk to the brave self-appointed lab rat. As for the female boxer, that was work. MA xxx

Baz Bamigboye nominated for a Winslet Bafta

The ever-excellent Access Interviews turns its attention to the Mail's showbiz gadabout Baz Bamigboye and his latest frightful tongue-fuing of actress Kate Winslet. According to Baz she should be up for all sorts of film awards in early 2009: let's hope her ego size is immune to adjectival puffery. After translating Baz's nipple-teasing fawesome prose, AI nominates Baz for his own Bafta which one takes to mean, in context, a spesh trophy for Brown-nosing, Arse-licking, Flattering, Toadying Adulation.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Apparitions: Should Christopher Hitchens be exorcised?

Amused to glimpse a copy of Christopher Hitchens' God Is Not Great in BBC1's new supernatural drama Apparitions. The book was the property of a demonically possessed loon who denied God's existence. Perhaps now he's sampled waterboarding, Hitch would care to go through an exorcism to see what happens: I am sure he could churn out a 5,000-word report for Vanity Fair on the experience and re-trash Mother Teresa on the way.

Otherwise, I don't think Apparitions all that good. A pity because all the catalogue-driven atheists in the chatterati will relish its cancellation. It's just quite dull and derivative with story turns straight out of The Exorcist, such as the omniscient demon that repeats words said to or by the priest recently. There's even a flight of stairs that The Exorcist's Father Karras might have fallen down.

Apparitions' Martin Shaw has simply placed his Judge John Deed in clerical garb and grown a bit of face moss. TV adores middle-aged male heroes. Frost, Poirot, Tom Barnaby, Dr Tony Hill, Dexter, and many more. All they do is stroll from one scene to another and then ask questions while appearing sceptical. You know their prostates are enlarged and they can only manage a semi these days, but they're still all-there mentally. Scotch helps. Shaw looks like he knows it all. Perhaps his character could do with an ylang-ylang massage. That might sow a few seeds of welcome doubt. There's nothing more annoying than a confident Catholic.

UK film censor: Getting baader and baader

More arcane and inconsistent decisions from the movie censor, The British Board of Film Classification.

I can't see why it should give an 18 to The Baader-Meinhof Complex when it only rated The Dark Knight Batman film a 12A. Of the former it notes the strong language, nudity and "intense scenes" - an odd phrase. Baader-Meinhof is certainly an intense film in that it is a serious dramatisation of terrorist actions and motivations. It's a movie for a grown-up sensibility.

Dark Knight features highly stylised violence and many scenes of brutality, such as when Batman repeatedly beats the Joker during an interrogation or when the Joker appears to push down a man's face onto a sharp object. The BBFC makes a virtue of the "disguising" of these actions. That's not the word for it. There is no question about what we are seeing: if the speed with which the camera looks away is the major criterion, then someone needs their head examined. Violence here is a crucial feature of its commercial appeal: it's part of the genre.

Oliver Stone's W. has a mystifying 15 for its "strong reality footage" which "includes sight of some badly disfigured corpses, including children. Although the images are quite brief it was felt that they were too graphic and potentially upsetting to younger teens." But these teens probably see images of this sort on the evening news every week. The violence implied by these images is actual, not an exploitative element of a genre.

I can't help but wonder whether the BBFC takes too much account of the seriousness of a movie in relation to sex, violence and language. W. and Baader-Meinhof are serious in intention: both throw light on dysfunctional establishments and war. Batman is a fantasy, something that colours the BBFC's perception of the effect of its violence.

At some level the nitwits of the BBFC plainly factor in political intentions in their assessment of a movie, as if to say, "Oh, this is a serious film, that fact alone magnifies the effect of the sex/violence/cuntings." And let us not forget, Warner Bros and others lobbied the BBFC for the more lucrative 12A rating of The Dark Knight.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Obama to close Guantánamo; Hitchens can't imagine

Obama is expected to close Guantánamo. He said he would during campaigning and there's no reason to doubt him now. Detainees will be sent home where possible: I don't like his proposal that some should then be deported to the US to be tried in special courts. But I do like the idea of military personnel, lawyers, politicians and certain journalists facing human rights prosecution for their wide-based complicity in the illegal detentions: I doubt however Obama will go that far. But he should. America must atone for its failure to be better than our enemies.

Meantime, watch one of the vicars of the Church of Atheism, Christopher Hitchens, do something useful for a change, getting himself waterboarded (ie tortured) by US "captors". The things people will do for the greater good of career!

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Singer Will Young is reading Ulysses

Yes. It's something he feels he must do. But it's hard-going, he admits.

Bello to Bloom: "What else are you good for, an impotent thing like you? (He stoops and, peering, pokes with his fan rudely under the fat suetfolds of Bloom's haunches.) Up! Up! Manx cat! What have we here? Where's your curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you, cockyolly? Sing, birdy, sing. It's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart. Buy a bucket or sell your pump. (Loudly.) Can you do a man's job?"

I shall ask Will what he made of it all. Ten years from now. After all, Anything Is Possible.

Hack Adam Smith tells Trinity Mirror to "fuck off"

A cock-cunting and drunk British regional journalist in Miami tells his employers (the Birmingham Post and Mail and Sunday Mercury) to "fuck off" so he can set up a magazine. He describes himself as a hard news journalist but admits his papers cut and paste stuff off the BBC website: now there's a surprise. Worthless owner of the papers, Trinity Mirror - which is sacking hacks right, left and centre - has made no comment.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Arts correspondent Dalya Alberge exits The Times

The Times has parted company with long-serving arts correspondent Dalya Alberge for some reason. Ben Hoyle is being bumped up. The paper will to continue its policy of promoting graduate trainees - cheap and that's the way with dead tree journalism these days.

Tina Brown: She sees the light at last. Hallelujah!

Tina Brown has followed my advice and reduced the number of bylines she gives herself on her Daily Beast commentaries from three to two. She has also done as I asked and stilled that irritating moving left-hand byline that stalked the reader as he or she scrolled up and down her long sentences. This is the power of blogging, darlings. You could put her in a ducking stool and immerse her in Kung-Fu Panda's wee-wee for the next four years and she would still deny any such influence, but Madame Arcati knows better.

I am also enraptured that her piece on Obama reveals signs of a warming to mystical order after years of merely fashionable materialism - her ex Martin Amis, and her admirer Christopher Hitchens (as vicars of the Church of Atheism), will be most put out. "This has been an election full of magic," she writes, correctly. "White Magic that only the black man from everywhere and nowhere could perform. Even his adored grandmother dying on the eve of the victory had a mythic feeling of completion to it in a candidacy full of signs and symbols."

Isn't that marvellous? She's so up there with Ian Fleming who also respected the paranormal signs that guide humanity, presented as coincidence, numerical key and miracle - indeed without this knowledge we would never have had 007, the worldly presentation of the search for gnosis through union with a Bond Girl (Grace Jones was lovely). Of course, there will be those who say Tina is only being metaphorical and figurative, likening an amazing moment in our history to the supernatural claims of yesteryear's cave-dwellers and beardies, to convey her sense of awe at beheld wonders.

But I think otherwise. Tina is my new friend and I take back all the elegantly written abuse I have heaped on the poppet. Click here