MYLDN 1922 – the enigma of Sister Ruth

This week’s photographs shines a light on Sister Ruth, a local character who is a beautiful human being with a truly unique style. You will always see her pushing her trolley around stuffed with a variety of random objects. She is always up for a lil chat and she will often give you a blessing.

She told me was a missionary nun for most of her life and went to war torn & troubled countries to help those in need. She said she had seen lots of atrocities but the worst she ever saw was Grenfell. Through the positive joy she exudes you can still see the sadness trickling through which she seems to dampen down with lil swigs of Vodka.

I saw her the other day and I called her by name and she said how did I know who she was? I explained we had spoken on many occasions and she said..did I flirt with you? She then said she would pray for us and asked us what we wished for. She is getting on a bit now to say the least and old age seems to be digging its claws in but she still has a lot of fight in her. I also pray she sticks around for a while longer because she is a little ray of light and one of the last great characters in this neighbourhood. Bless you Sister Ruth..

..and that was going to be my puff piece on Sister Ruth and as I am now an investigative journalist (self-appointed) I thought I would do a search for her this morning and see if anything came up and was shocked to find a story about her across a multitude of newspaper publications in 2012 detailing a case that was brought against her for sending threatening letters to Nick Clegg and other MPs and a couple of baronesses containing a substance that looked (but wasn’t) anthrax.

Sister Ruth aka Ruth Augustus was arrested and told police: “I’m Sister Ruth, a 71-year-old disabled nun. I look like a terrorist, don’t I, working for a charity all over the world, with orphans?” Which is a fair point. And she also said “Of Mr Clegg, he lied about all the tuition fees and everything else, keeping those Tory millionaires and rats in government”. Which is also a very fair point. And she said of the police: “They opened the envelopes, and put white powder in, to frame me. I know they monitor it all.” And to be fair that does kinda sound like the sort of thing they do.

But apparently the catholic church have no record of her and she is in fact suffering from a delusional disorder. She was sentenced to 2 years community service. At first I wished I hadn’t looked her up and had preferred to preserve my version of Sister Ruth but at the same time it just makes me even more fascinated with her story. Has my opinion changed of her? Not at all, I still think she’s a beacon of joy. Will I mention it when I next see her? Probably not…but mebbe I could drop Nick Clegg into the conversation and see what happened..any suggestions on how?

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MYLDN 1920

MYLDN 1919

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Just photos this week..slithers of reality caught in camera and morphed into pixels

P.S sorry for late arrival, keep forgetting to press publish..

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MYLDN 1916

Altogether now…well you can tell by the way I walk I’m a woman’s man..no time to talk.

This guy fascinated me. You really don’t see many dudes in white suits..and with the black shirt and dishevelled appearance it really looked like he’d gone out for a night out dancing in 1978 and was only just now making it back home…what a legend

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MYLDN 1914

Alfresco Dining innit

MYLDN 1913 – fast gas!

Yep, no prizes for guessing this week’s theme is fast gas canisters. But why you might ask? And even what? Well, they’re everywhere for one. After the weekend you always used to see the little metal containers of nitrous oxide in the gutters, scattered like ammo shells on the battlefield. And yet it revealed not fighting in the streets but people partying with balloons. And I know that sounds like an innocent kid’s party but it is far from it..although I do get the impression that it is mainly kids who are getting high with nitrous and when I say kids I mean late teens/20s (yes I am old enough to think of that demographic as kids).

But the little pellets of pleasure are no more and instead you now see these giant fast gas canisters instead. In case you are unaware of this intoxicating experience people are basically using them for a quick buzz. And it is very quick. It gives you a feeling of intense euphoria with a side order in oblivion but it only lasts about 30 seconds. Maybe that’s why they call it fast gas? For the record I have never actually seen anyone use one. I have only seen the leftovers but they sure are getting through a stack of ’em. Especially around here. I am assuming this is happening everywhere but I can’t say for certain. Can anyone confirm if they have found these in their hood as well? I’m just curious..this isn’t an official survey or anything.

The fact that people were getting high off nitrous for me always just proved that some folk will get high no matter what and if they are using products actually designed to make whipped cream then it just goes to show they will do whatever it takes. And that is why you should just legalise everything because illegality sure as shit not stopping anyone. its just driving them to bizarre practises like this.

And I’m definitely not judging anyone’s choice of stimulant, we all do what we gotta do. This ain’t a moral issue, it’s a insight into the needs of the human psyche. The fact that our species has got high since we evolved (and there is a strong argument that we evolved because we got high (( seeTerence Mckenna’s Stoned Ape theory)) just shows that it is integral to our existence.

But my real question is…are the makers of fast gas aware of the miss-use of their product? I mean, they have to be right? They’re making shitloads of sales and they must know that not that many people can be making whipped cream every weekend, right? I mean, we’d all be drowning in the stuff if that were true..they’re not that dumb or naive are they? So I decided to find out. I went onto their website to see what they maintained they were making their product for (yes i still have a lot of time on my hands).

According to the official blurb “one can use these CO2 gas cylinders in various applications, including home brewing, aquariums, specifically for paintball markers, and so much more!” Now to me “so much more!”(exclamation mark very relevant i think) means just one thing..you can get off your face with it too. Am I reading too much into it? I don’t think so. The website’s landing page has this photo on it..

…which to me looks like a girl out at a club raving rather than at home tending to her aquarium or providing cake toppings.

So I guess that concludes this little bit of investigative journalism. No real other purpose other than to shed a lil light on a modern phenomena and I’d amassed all these shots so needed to release them into the world. I find them very photogenic and I love the name which I find ironic as they are always very still when you find them. They actually look quite forlorn at their abandoned spot on the street, used and abused for people’s stimulation needs. Poor things…

MYLDN 1912

MYLDN 1911

Can you tell what this week’s theme is yet? It’s a toughie..

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MYLDN 1909

MYLDN 1908

Just some random moments this week from me local ‘hood…glimmers of joy and ease as the seasons change..

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MYLDN 1906

MYLDN 1905

Back on the streets of W11…

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This week’s shots focus on little details of randomness found in Hastings. There is oddness lurking in the shadows and a sense of strangeness to the town, especially the old part. There really is a bit of a wicker man vibe going on there. You can sort of imagine woodland rituals taking place under the cover of night. It has (or maybe it always had) attracted a lot of unconventional alternative characters who have made a home there. People who maybe didn’t fit in elsewhere. Old punks, hippies, artists, counter culture oddballs..the misfits have united all in one place. And I have to say that is half the appeal. Maybe I fit into that anti-fit category which is why I feel at home there.

Just in case you were wondering where you were..

I can’t help thinking of the League of Gentleman when I’m there. Mebbe a tad friendlier and hopefully less murdery but still..like this guy on the right. He is possibly one of the most disturbing things I have ever seen. Is that his face? A mask? What the fuck is going on there? And his drum is pure Papa Lazarou..mebbe its best just to visit this place after all..

The first shot and this last shot are taken on the easthill which is a huge sprawling expanse of nature which overlooks the ocean and the old town. It is stunning and one of my favourite places on Earth. When you are up there the rest of the world melts away and it is just you and the elements.

And so concludes our sojourn in Hastings. And as the old song goes..oh I do like to be by the seaside..and hopefully you did. Tiddely-om-pom-pom and all that…back in da hood next week..have a great bank holiday weekend if you in the U.K and see y’all tuesday..

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Look’s like someone’s learnt some naughty words..such an eloquent vocabulary..and a master at noughts and crosses too by the looks of things..also love that amongst all the vitriol is a jaunty friendly “hey!”

I shouldn’t really judge..I uttered most of those words yesterday when I couldn’t get my computer to work but guess what? It’s back from the dead..woo hoo! Turns out I was a bit premature in calling the time of death and so much to my relief it lives on..for now.