ISSUE 56
WINTER 2023
EDITORIAL -
Ken Clay
MEN OF THE TYNE
MONOLOGUES – Tom Kelly
GRANTA DAYS –
Alexis Lykiard
FACTORY GIRLS
–
Jim Burns
SOMETHING WAITED –
Keith Howden
FERGIE’S COMPLAINT –
Aubrey Malone
TRESPASSING ON THE
DUKE OF WESTMINSTER’S
LAND -
Mark Ward
DIVINE REQUIREMENT -
Alexis Lykiard
MARE NOSTRUM? -
Alexis Lykiard
FOWLER AND PARTRIDGE
ARE DEAD Alexis Lykiard
THEOLOGICAL PROCESSES
Alexis Lykiard
GOVERNORS & EDITORS
Alexis Lykiard
SOLECISMS OR (SO)
WHAT? - Alexis Lykiard
OUTWARD APPEARANCES -
David Birtwistle
LE PÈRE DUCHESNE – A
STYLE MANUAL – Ken Clay
FLASHING LIGHT ON THE
VICAR (4) – Bob Wild
AN AGRICULTURAL
EDUCATION – Tim Deane
PROPERTY FOR SALE –
Aubrey Malone
ON COVID (2) –
Tanner
OUT OF SYNCH –
Nigel Ford
LIFE SECONDS
NUMBERING (2) – Andrew Hart
MICHAEL’S STORY – Mike Weaver
EDITORIAL
LITTLE MAGS AND THE OIK I’m
more than a bit obsessed with little mags. They can’t touch
you for it but history shows it can be dangerous (see the
piece on Hébert and his Père Duchene p50). We read, in this
issue of Alexis Lykiard’s editorship of
Granta back in the
sixties. It may have been a little mag when he was in charge
but later became a very big little mag with a circulation of
50,000. Jim Burns is another ex-editor who ran his own
little mags Move
1964-68 and Palantir
1976-83 from Preston. These are now collectors’ items. I’ve
never seen the complete set of
Palantir but
managed to cop
five issues from Alexis who was a contributor. I’m
not a completist (that way madness lies) but have knocked up
local websites of these rarities which remain in the decent
obscurity of my hard drive. A
more direct involvement was with
Voices the
Manchester based oik mag which ran from 1972-1984. It was
condescendingly belittled by the Arts Council as too oikish
to fund and one London book dealer complained of not finding
any “recognised” writers in it. This would be before
contributors like Jimmy McGovern, John Cooper Clarke and Ken
Worpole became “recognised” The complete set are available
on line at
www.mancvoices.co.uk.
The
Penniless Press was another notable mag which ran to 28
issues from 1995 – 2010. I was generously awarded, late on,
deputy editorship but Alan Dent, perhaps alarmed by my
scabrous oikitude never allowed me anywhere near the
contents. The mag folded after a respectably long life and
Alan went on to run MQB which is still extant. I continue to
run the PP website
www.
pennilesspress.co.uk
and none of the vulgar filth in it can be laid at Alan’s
door. This
obsession extends to famous little mags like Cyril
Connolly’s Horizon (see
https://www.unz.com/print/Horizon)
a not quite
complete collection and John Lehmann’s
Penguin New Writing
– like Horizon
approx. 1940-1950. The latter has no web presence but my own
Reader’s Guide
would be invaluable to the little mag nut (see
http://www.pennilesspress. co.uk/Penguin %20 NW.htm).
And how many of this vital work have you sold Ken? Er…one or
two, but it’s only been out five years. Then
there’s my reprints. The Black Dwarf
Vol
13 issues 2,3,4 & 8 and Vol 14 issues 23,24 &25. These
squash the unwieldy original 13” x 17” into a handy 6” x 9”
and beef up the fonts to a more readable 11pt TNR. I plan
something similar for a few
New Masses mags which are, I must admit, already well catered for
on-line at
https://www.marxists.org/history/usa/pubs/new-masses/
The
Crazy Oik
itself has a quite comprehensive presence at
http://www.crazyoik.co.uk/
and is much admired for its… er…its..covers. I expect soon
to be approached by Wetherspoons to design beer mats Ken!
Enough already you crazy fuck! As
Le Père Duchesne
might say. Any more of this and I’ll be summoning an NHS
ambulance!
However, to get back to reality, we note a welcome thematic
return to oikitude in our pieces on work. Tom Kelly
remembers Tyneside ship builders and gives a Studs Terkelish
rendering of their fascinating argot. Jim Burns reviews a
book on the plight of the lady oik (much like my mum who
worked in such a factory). Tim Deane describes the horrors
of the Agricultural College, worse than Eton by the sound of
it. Tanner, as usual, charts the mind-numbing tedium of the
covid era checkout with many shocking vignettes of stroppy
customers who won’t wear a mask. Finally the last part of a
four episode narrative on the life of an Irish navvy in
England. This originally appeared in
Voices 28 (1983?) How
lucky we are to have a govt doing its best to make such
strenuous exertions too repellent to consider.
Ken Clay Jan 2023 |
LE PÈRE DUCHESNE – A STYLE
MANUAL
Jacques Hébert, editor of the revolutionary mag,
Le Père
Duchesne is generally dismissed as a
scandalously obscene oik. Mentioned only
en passant by the
top dogs of French Rev history words like “foul-mouthed
guttersnipe” recur. I can’t think of any current
compilations of his scabrous rag which ran for 365 issues
from 1792 to Hébert’s death in 1794. No doubt the
Bibliotheque Nationale has a stash in its vaults. The Irish
little mag nut John Wilson Crocker, is reputed to have had
the finest collection of French Rev pamphlets - over 48,000
items. These are available to scholars in the British
Library (alongside a full set of the Crazy Oik I like to
think) A
few days ago this dearth was broken by
The Permanent
Guillotine
Writings of the Sans
Culottes which flopped through my letterbox. It was
published in 2018 – edited and translated by Mitchell
Abidor. And yep – there are chunks from
Le Père Duchesne
– so what’s all the fuss about? I dived in hoping to be
shocked.
It’s the oikish slang which gets the professors’ goat – eg
“I’ve been all fucked up since the death of Marat” and later
“You speak the language of the sans culottes and your foul
mouth which makes little mistresses faint sounds beautiful
to free men. Your anger has done more than all the dreams of
statesmen. They know this well the worthless fucks” The
French foutre (to
fuck) is still a gros
mot and one might, a few years back, have thought the
Frogs more tolerant of this obscene intensifier. English
oiks have long had habitual recourse to this epithet. I
recall once hearing a tradesman slag off his lazy labourer
“What d’you think this is? A convafuckinlescence home?!” I
thought this particularly fine. And these days it’s
everywhere on the TV – perhaps not yet on the News but one
wouldn’t be shocked to learn that the late Phil the Greek
and Her Maj didn’t come out with a mouthful when they
tripped over a corgi. “Fuckin dog!!”
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