Dynamite Chicken is a 1972 film involving Richard Pryor, and partly funded by and featuring John Lennon and Yoko Ono. It is a collection of subversive comedy sketches and routines relating to the peace movement. Many famous figures appear as themselves in the film, including Joan Baez, Lenny Bruce, Leonard Cohen, Allen Ginsberg, Jimi Hendrix, B.B. King, Malcolm X (from archival footage), Andy Warhol, and Yoko herself. The making of the film coincided with a period of excess and chaos in Pryor’s life, and he appears noticeably strung out throughout.

Verity-Jane Keefe is a visual artist, working predominantly within the
public realm, using moving image, text and installation based work to
explore the complex relationships between people and place, and the idea
of the landscape as museum. She is interested in the role of the artist
within urban regeneration and how experiential practice can touch upon
and raise ambitions of exisiting and invisible communities.
Rooms with a View is a film that explores the secret life of a 45 year old council estate,using it’s demolition as a backdrop to expose the wider context of regeneration.The Lintons was built in 1962 by the borough architect and was home to around 700 people in 256 flats. The premiere occurs almost a year to the day after the demolition was completed in early 2008.
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Hola Chicos y Chicas! Hello, my name is Ramon and I have a sleazy heart. This does not mean to say that I am the type to be found whiling away the early hours somewhere off the North Circular, alone and naked as the day I was born, ensconced in an anonymous room of the Hotel Ibis.
Alone because the two girls who had lured me here with vague allusions to some sort of euro sex party had left ten minutes earlier with their ‘friend’ Martin. The two girls I had met before. They were vague acquaintances from a wasted year in Norwich, two university students with the aspects of pockmarked scrubbers. Martin, who I have never met before and had been waiting for them in said hotel room, was a fifty year old ‘mechanics and engineering lecturer’ from Runcorn University. “I got a D Mech, Hon BSE, D Litt, B Tech, yeah I done it all mate.” He dropped his T’s and said he was originally from Romford, which was apparently the sole reason he knew the girls and he did not elaborate further. He didn’t seem very much like a lecturer, but he was funding this unseemly get together and as such it was apparent to me (and quite possibly to him) that my participation in this gathering was one of pure unfortunate coincidence; so I thought it best just to not think about any of it.
As I say, I am not the type. In fact I am actually a bit of a prude. If you were to send Ramon to an orgy, he would not go but if you were to force him to go it would be like putting a horse on a trampoline, off-key is how I believe the saying goes. I would look down my five six frame and I would see nothing beyond the curvature of my little round brown pot belly, nothing I tell you, not even my toes. It would be like placing my very short and terribly obese uncle Ricardo in the Grand National. Dressing him up as a jockey and then telling him that his life depends on this race but that he has to run the race without a horse, terrifying, possibly heart attack inducing and ultimately a failure, well for him at least.
This feeling of nervousness when confronted with my own nakedness is akin only to when, as a constipated six year old child (I hadn’t been to the toilet in four days), travelling back on a packed mini bus from a long school trip and becoming stuck in rush hour traffic kick started a mild sense of panic. It was a latent urgency that built and built until I pooed myself and passed out. As you can see I am actually quite stupid, and being a very special kind of simpleton, one that allows themselves to be led by those who are even bigger cretins than myself, I find myself here at four thirteen in the morning letting you know that it makes no difference whether I came to be here by unfortunate design or a flurry of premeditated apologetic lies. Either for true love or as the Estonian sex tourist with the wife and three kids, anyhow you dress it you, and when I say you I mean I, am still a shit.
Whoever you are, this is where your sleazy heart will lead you. True sleazy hearts run free, naked, alone, inadequate, in a room you have not paid for with a miserable motorway view, two Viagra worse off, standing legs apart in the open window of room 313, dangling your balls in the breeze. Me and that sleazy heart of mine.

Mr. T entered the world of professional wrestling in 1985. He was Hulk Hogan’s tag-team partner at the first WrestleMania. Hulk Hogan wrote in his autobiography that Mr. T saved the main event of WrestleMania I between them and “Rowdy” Roddy Piper and “Mr. Wonderful” Paul Orndorff because when he arrived, security would not let his entourage into the building. Mr. T was ready to skip the show until Hogan personally talked him out of leaving. Piper has said that he and other fellow wrestlers disliked Mr. T because he was an actor coming into wrestling and had never paid his dues as a professional wrestler.

Glove Drum is a pair of gloves that let people play the drums simply by tapping their fingers. Each finger of the glove is associated with a drum sound, and we have a menu system which allows the user to change which sound each finger makes if they wish. The harder a user taps on a finger, the louder that drum sound is. The project lets the user explore the rhythms that tapping their fingers create. It is meant to be both for novices and experts, as many actual drummers practice and compose pieces by tapping their fingers.
The project is built around force sensing resistors secured to the glove finger tips that control MIDI commands to a synthesizer.