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3,143: That fucking guy

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I’ve been thinking recently about when was the first time I heard of that fucking guy. It feels like he’s been around for a long time, but why would I – a British person who lived in Europe his whole life until 2010 – know about him? I searched his name on the blog and most mentions of that word are in the context of British slang for fart or the figurative sense of beating someone by doing something better, playing a better card.

The first mention of him was 12 April, 2006, when I put up this photo and captioned it “Being inside the Trump Tower is quite a horrible experience. Hurts the eyes.”

I don’t really have much of a memory of being inside that tower. Looking at other photos from the day, and it seems that I’d been in Central Park immediately before walking down Fifth Avenue, so I’m inclined to think I was just walking around and popped into the lobby. But the photo does suggest I went up that damned escalator.

I’ve never seen an episode of his game show. Indeed, I had no idea that the British, Alan Sugar-presented one wasn’t the original version (never seen that one either). And it wasn’t until re-watching it a couple of years ago that I realised he makes a brief appearance in Home Alone 2.

I can remember a vague memory of knowing the name of his first wife (but not knowing he’s subsequently had two more), and knowing he was a rich man with funny hair, but when was that? Not sure? Some point in the early 2000s or even late 90s?

But anyway, I deleted one drawing off Flip Flop Flyin’. A drawing of him stood in front of a marble wall. It all seemed funny back them. Bragging about a big beautiful wall to keep Mexicans out. It was funny when we didn’t think he would win. And all the subsequent drawings… it seemed funny, just cos visually, his face is such a weird-looking insane mess of features. I was looking through them, and because they’re all relatively recent, I can kinda remember the feeling of drawing them. And it was always about trying to capture those features. It was funny. Along the way, I took the pixel portrait from the now-deleted wall drawing, and mashed it together with a map of the state of the contiguous United States. Ha ha, funny idea. But, yesterday, I saw that drawing again, and had a strong feeling:

A fellow illustrator, Mike Jackson commented that he felt the same. And thinking about all the free coverage he had from the media, just by spouting some offensive shit, getting away from phoning in to news programmes, having his every tweet covered… in a tiny, fairly insignificant way, I was doing the same. I could’ve been drawing nicer things. I did more than ten drawings of him. Why the fuck did I waste my time on him? And now we’re fucking stuck with him for four fucking years.

A wee bit of artwork

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
It was Troublemaker by Weezer, but we’ve had that here relatively recently, so here’s the one in my brain when I woke up last Saturday, Every Day’s Like Christmas by Kylie. I found out recently (Wikipedia, that’s how) that it was co-written by Chris Martin. It’s funny, now that I know that detail I can totally hear it, but hadn’t thought of it before. Maybe, though, I was just in awe of the wonderfulness of the Stock Aitken and Waterman mix. I pretty much only listened to the regular version a couple of times simply because the brain-fizzing joy of having Kylie back with Stock Aitken and Waterman overshadowed it. (Also, I am so for Christmas to happen.)

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Treaty of Peace and Friendship of 1984 between Chile and Argentina

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Written by Craig

November 10th, 2016 at 8:52 am

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