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Bone<\/em>, Ian Bone<\/em>. I first met him around ten years ago, in Trafalgar Square on the edge of some demo or other. May Day I think. The radical fringe, autonomous bloc, black but very white. I crawled through a densely packed small crowd to where the anarchists were calling for revolt and attempting to clobber photographers who dared raise a lens. Elbows came in very useful, forearms parried fists and I pushed on and found myself photographing Mr Bone.<\/p>\n

We met again over the years, and again, usually on the edges of protests, scarpering when the Bill arrived, leaving the youth death squad to be kettled, and I began to appreciate his tactical intelligence. Now it seems he’s a film star. And a director. Dark glasses. But is it the real Bone?<\/p>\n

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I’ve this memory or dream, standing in front of the lifts somewhere on the South Bank. RFH or perhaps Tate Modern, in a crowd. The lift doors open and Bone pushes in to a lift full of guys in dark glasses. No room for me. I run down the stairs to the lobby; no sign of Bone. No dark glasses. Check the bar. Not there. Sirens wail, blue lights flash along past St Thomas’s, over Lambeth Bridge.<\/p>\n

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Sitting in a chair in the cinema museum for the premi\u00e8re on Sunday, talking to Bond, listening to him with his old mates from Swansea I sense a barrier. No trace of Swansea in him. Is this the real Bone I ask myself or have our spooks replaced him with a clone? Then on screen. Bone or an actor playing Bone? Film always lies, though some of the lies are beautiful, life seen through a glass of beer. Sparkling, not darkly.<\/p>\n

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Epiphany<\/strong>. London insurrection, 1661 and 2013 <\/a>(minus the hanging, drawing and quartering.) Don’t miss it, Almost the latest edit on Vimeo,<\/a> sans credits – watch it. Mad photographer appears at times, comes into frame around 29:50<\/em>; I go left at 30:11<\/em> when everyone else goes right. Fifth Monarchists<\/a> storm St Paul’s yet again, with the aid of a piked Muggletonian.<\/p>\n

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Nice film Suzy<\/a>. Sorry for not writing about it. Perhaps I will one day. Looking forward to the next part on the Muggletonians<\/a>. Perhaps Bone is a secret Muggletonian – or you or me. Who knows?
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