Jane Bradley

Me on My Chemical Toilet #3

2009-10-18T15:52:56Z

Thankfully it wasn’t too long before Brett Anderson time. Many of my schoolgirl fantasies featured Brett’s razorblade cheekbones and shapely derriere, so I was eager to appraise whether the ravages of time and illegal substances had dampened this...

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Me on My Chemical Toilet #2

2009-10-11T17:12:33Z

I like the homoerotic camaraderie between the boys in the video. They seem like those homo-repressed types who make a big thing about spitroasting “sexy bitches” together when all they want to do is stroke each other’s hair. And then bum each oth...

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On South East London, The Fox and David Goo:

2009-10-11T12:46:58Z

I don’t usually write on here with band reviews and the like (although heaven knows why, because since I started blogging on Vox I’ve seen some corking performances, including Jane Birkin, Ladytron, the Prodigy, Brett Anderson and a double dose o...

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The Little Artists on The London Word

2009-09-28T18:17:05Z

But despite a continuing fanaticism about Lego in all its forms, these days Cake and Neave’s artworks involve other just as unconventional materials, including knitted toilet roll dolls, Scalextric track, Tube maps, Smurf figurines and papier mac...

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Amsterdam

2009-09-26T12:59:05Z

At the end of August, Z and I travelled to Amsterdam. Our two favourite tattooed ladies were there at the same time, which was the main reason that we went. The adventure we’d planned had had to be cancelled, so Amsterdam was a last-minute decisi...

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Queen of the Cheap Seats, and Blogging for Kublax

2009-09-09T20:57:13Z

Towards the end of this month, thousands of students will be trundling off to university for the first time. But, what about when they want to travel back for a few home comforts (y’know, like clean sheets and underwear, or an evening meal that ...

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Me on My Chemical Toilet

2009-09-03T19:28:33Z

While they’re battling the waves, with the dinghy singing a jaunty ditty about their predicament, on dry land there’s a dollybird doing semaphore. Which would make a sort of tenuous sense, except for the fact that she’s flanked by bizarre green “...

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Torn Tights & Lovebites

2009-08-15T18:11:08Z

I know I’ve been quiet on here lately, but for once it’s not because I’ve been neglecting my Vox blog for the sake of dashing about like a loon and spending every waking minute rattling away at my laptop on other more pressing projects. I have be...

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Someone Once Told Me

2009-07-21T20:02:30Z

By now you’ve probably already heard of Someone Once Told Me, the photography project by Mario Cacciottolo. I first found out about it late last year, when he photographed Sian on a carousel on the South Bank. I went on the website, became besott...

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"God, I hope my mother doesn't read this interview!"

2009-07-06T21:15:34Z

Feminism is a trap lately - it’s very hard for girls to negotiate it. I love making random choices every day. I love the feminine power of “I CAN MAKE YOU ORGASM WITH MY HIGH HEELS,” and I love the feminine power of “YOU CANNOT TELL ME WHAT TO S...

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