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When Punk Comes to Town

My diary from 1977 is a pretty miserable specimen illustrating all too clearly that youth is wasted on the young. Boredom was a pretty constant factor but when I wasn’t bored I would go out with numerous friends to numerous … Continue reading

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I’m Gonna Break Out Of This City (or at least the suburbs) 

1977, time to leave school. As luck would have it I kept a dairy for the first few months of 1977 and so I can pinpoint the exact date. On 27th June I wrote, ‘Had my last two exams, History-special … Continue reading

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1977

And so, in a predictable fashion 1976 became 1977. This was to be something of a watershed year for me. In 1976 I was going to school and eating my mum’s fruitcake while watching Pussycat perform Mississippi on Top of … Continue reading

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In The Bleak Midwinter

In 1845 Sir John Franklin mounted an expedition to chart and navigate the Northwest Passage. Potentially a source of glory not to mention financial rewards from trade if indeed the passage could be navigated. Unfortunately Franklin probably picked the worst … Continue reading

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The Long Hot Summer

The early 70s were pretty much the late 60s, by 69 the hippie dream had started to fall apart just couple of years after it had started. The early 70’s were superficially grim at least economically in the UK. There … Continue reading

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Fighting 6 Strings

Following the unfortunate death of my first guitar at the hands of my mother I was fairly ambivalent about continuing with the instrument. It was a lot more difficult than I had anticipated, it hurt like hell and sounded like … Continue reading

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