Showing posts with label Stewart Home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stewart Home. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 August 2018

Stewart Home: Mandy, Charlie and Mary-Jane


Drugs, horror, somnophilia and violence in British campus satire.

“Charlie, what a surprise! What are you doing here?”
“Chloe Smith got drunk, I had to help her friend Rachel Hornby carry her back from the student bar. I told Rachel to go back to her room but she insisted on staying with her friend. I’ve come through here to find some scissors or a knife. I wanted to stab Rachel in the neck, mutilate her, fuck her corpse and then have sex with her unconscious friend.”

“Charlie,” Mary-Jane chided. “You’ve got such a sick sense of humour, it’s all those splatter movies you watch. Stop kidding around.”

Saturday, 30 June 2018

Stewart Home: Defiant Pose


Marxism, pornography, Oi! and class war.

The satisfying crunch of splintering bone.


'Ministers, Fat Parsons, Vicars, Lecturers and Monarchs have been the chief instruments of all horrid abominations which cry for vengeance.'


The future of the fuck and the orgasm had more to do with the relentless drive of post-industrial production than old-fashioned penetration.


After the revolution everyone would be middle class and the traditions which the European bourgeoisie had bequeathed to the world would at last become a truly universal culture.



'These drug-peddling ethnics are corrupting our upstanding white youth with their degenerate habits.'


'The task of repelling the tide that threatened to swamp the unique identity of the British people.'


'Hundreds of police accused of sexual exploitation.'


'Hackney, Newham and Tower Hamlets form an ancient kingdom which must free itself from the tyranny of Westminster and Brussels.'