Friday, 9 February 2018

Upgate 09/02 *Happy Retirement Angus!*

As most of you know, a few times a year we hold police training at the Gate where our guys are interviewed by detective police officers so they can hone their detecting skills... Throughout the large part of this project Angus has been in charge, but he's reached the age where he'd like to hand in his gun and badge. We decided it'd be fitting for us to hold a party for him here at the gate, so below you can see the song we recorded for him, pictures of the party and a special video drama just for Angus.




















Thursday, 1 February 2018

Art Exhibiton in Basel, Switerzland

As of the 26th of January some of the Gate's artwork from Jackie C, Clare, Leonard and some group work was put on display as part of an art exhibition in Basel Switzerland, see below for the press release and pictures from the curator.

Jugend ist Trunkenheit ohne Wein by Julian-Jakob Kneer at BIKINI 26.01.–10.2.2018 Last night, stepping over empty lotion bottles and syrup stains, spray-painted leather insides sprawled across the carpet floor, bent down to peel a shred of dignity from the sole of your foot, clawing at your keds with bitten fingernails, fingertips really, the thing popped. Audibly, inevitably, had it coming, you lazy sod. Absolute irony, the place was a dream, the house almost a home, musty and sweet-smelling like yesterday’s fingerbang and face-rubs on the furniture, your favorite song across everyone’s arm hair, your picture in all the wallets, soft grunts from your violent family like animal lullabies, and clouds of vape bouncing off the closed windows. Then, like opening a soda can, a single wrong step, didn’t even hurt, suddenly pus and toxins and god-knows-what leaking from your gut, and the thing agape dangling from your leg, as if it didn’t know you. And everyone saw, of course they saw, and salt fell dry from the circles beneath your eyes, ex-tears, and here you are now, stupid and contagious, and all your friends are dead. Could life right now get any worse? Thinking about it, those spores must have been inside you all along, must have inhaled them at birth, because pretty sure you could feel it pulsing whenever someone stuck their tongue down your throat, watching, waiting, commiserating. Bad seeds growing big from deep inside, reaching up and out, twisted visions, sick diction, until the real world runs from the ceiling all wet and sticky, and time is a piece of wax, falling on a termite, and you’re choking on the splinters. Problem is, you’re a consumer, an eater, a sucker, no way you could have starved the thing. Now down by the playground they bang their moulds together and run their mouths, the rotten little punks. Think they’re clever with their minds on each others crotches, plainsinging and muttering about their practice, all head wounds and phone charms, so academia, so sure of themselves, when everyone knows it only counts if you saw a nipple. Nothing better to do and better not to care, but still, why are bitches ever born? Then of course, you’re hopelessly in love with them, practically swooning. So you roll up in that uncanney valley, that sweet space of revulsion, your body hustling to produce antibodies against a viral sadness spreading, afraid of whom you might meet in the upright, afraid to stumble over your own material conditions. You think about it all the time now, you think about it very matter of fact, and yet it never happens, and what to do then but learn to love the leak. The thing keeps oozing, hasn’t stopped really, the thing will greet you every morning, and maybe all that degeneration begins to smell good and true and morally right. Truth is, you never fit in. Truth is, you only care about people as long as they’re there. Imagine, next summer, you’ll snap right back, no braces on your fangs this time, rising from the ashes like a phoenix, an all-star, an eye-sore, a total fucking loser, leaking, dripping, until end times, a liferuiner. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll make theirs a living hell. 




Friday, 5 January 2018

Kiran's Kilimanjaro Climb.

Hi all, one of our regular-ish workers at the Gate is climbing the massive mountain Kilimanjaro to raise some cash for her group here at the Gate. Here's a message from Kiran and some pics from the trip so far and if you'd like to sponsor her endeavour you can do so at this Justgiving link. Please share. 

Hi all, My name is Kiran Bains and I am a trainee health psychologist who has worked for several years at Yarrow as a support worker and activities worker, and many different individuals with learning disabilities. Last summer I did some research with adults with learning disabilities and the people that support them to understand their points of view about what can help people with learning disabilities eat healthily and be active. Since then I've used my knowledge and experience to start running healthy eating workshops at the Gate with some users and am working with the Opening Doors project to create and distribute accessible healthy cooking resources for people with learning disabilities to use to improve their cooking skills and confidence. We are going to be creating videos and picture recipes, by adults with learning disabilities themselves, and putting these on the web for anyone to access. We also will have some physical copies of picture recipes and will send downloadable links to people so they can store these on their phones and tablets if they prefer, and look at these when they're in the kitchen. But first we need to get more people interested in and enjoying healthy living.