Wednesday 5 October 2022
Spent today in Camden checking out venues for the London launch of ‘My World Cafe’. Started at Camden Guitars, Deicola Neves’ guitar shop. He will play for us at the event.
Difficult to drag myself away from the place. Spoke in Engtalian with musician and guitar-maker maestro, Claudio Menci.
Then met up for the first time in many years with bass guitar player Alex, from Georgia (not the ‘on my mind’ one).
Had to check out the new Wejam studio in the basement, where I met David Tshulak who introduced me to his work. He runs music-making sessions for everyone and anyone, most recently for Down’s Syndrome people. Here you can see his simplified four-string guitar.
Then onto Brazilian restaurant, Made in Brasil, with Deicola, to check whether their picanha, which features in my book, is as good as I claim. It is.
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Saturday 1 October 2022
My memoir Left Field was published in 2016 and by Unbound and distributed bt Penquin. It is still available in shops, as an e-book and in Audible .
The intervening years have been ones of personal and political hope and of personal and political despair. In other words, nothing out of the ordinary.
Not surprisingly for someone in my seventh decade, these have been years when close friends have left this planet while I remain clinging to its edges, aware of Leonard Cohen’s words to Marianne Ihlen that, “I am so close behind you that if you stretch out your hand, I think you can reach mine.”
The subdural haematoma operation I wrote about in Left Field was followed two years later by a heart valve operation, then a stroke caused by infection of my new valve. I used my hospital stays to campaign for an NHS that had now saved my life three times.
am proud that the unfairly much-vilified Jeremy Corbyn visited me when I was
in St Barts Hospital. The worst insult he has had to endure has been ‘anti-semitism’ accusations about a man who has been at the
forefront of anti-racism struggles all his life.
To that end, I helped organise a letter in his support signed by Ken Loach, Brian Eno, Grime4Corbyn, Nigel Kennedy, Alexei Sayle and thousands of others, I consider Corbyn to be our El Pepe.
His visit to me was organised by Alice Kilroy whose recent death has left my grip on the planet edges more enfeebled. She was a wonderful friend and visited me in hospital more times than anyone outside my immediate family. I miss her. Here she is with the banner she made for my 70th birthday.
Before she died in February 2020, Alice asked me to take over her work as one of the contributors to People's Campaign for Corbyn Facebook. You can view all these blogs on my website at www.davidwilson.org.uk
Plenty to keep me busy and angry in support of Jeremy, but am also finding time to write a new book, about food and memory. My World Café will be published by Riversmeet in November 2022. It is a collaboration with the wonderfully gifted artist Laura Davis
years have been ones when my eldest son lost and won back his
disability benefits. Many haven’t and many have lost their lives in the process.
These have also been years of loss for me, not of the dead, but of a living son who has ghosted me. I wrote about this under a pseudonym for Stand Alone, a charity set up by a friend of mine for people estranged from their families.
My past as co-founder of the charity War Child still haunts me and hope it haunts those I write critically about here. I recently learned that the present War Child CEO receives an annual salary of £108,000.
My critique of aid charities continued after two visits to the Calais ‘jungle’ refugee ‘camps’.
Perhaps we have to become more French because La Lutte must continue against a system that rewards rogues, steals votes, and is run by Liz Truss PM who is proud to tell us that "I was Margaret Thatcher in the school election during the 1983 General Election."
I visit my eldest son Ben in Cornwall and in July 2022 I took the longer journey to Mostar to stay with my Bosnian family who I wrote about in Left Field.
When there I was honoured to see me in the entrance to the Pavarotti Music Centre,
and here are Oha Maslo and Mili Tiro standing with me