The Tate Britain's current exhibition 'How We Are' (runs until September 22), rounds up fifty years of photography of British society. Probably the most unpleasant - and thoroughly EFTE - thing in there is a shot of the 'Burry Man'. This sinister fucker is covered in freshly cut 'burrs' (furry sticky bits off trees) on the first Friday in August and led around the streets of South Queensferry, Scotland, led into pubs and fed drinks. You could probably have a miscarriage just looking at this thing. Although it's a great shot of him in the grim Seventies pub...
More unpleasant provincial paganism here
(NB Scotland rather than England, I know, but at least the exhibition's in England...)
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