The 1990s was a decade of unbridled clubbing hedonism the likes of which we’ve not seen since. I experienced it in full – but remember surprisingly little. Or maybe that’s not such a surprise. Regrets – none. Wish to repeat it – no. Glad to have witnessed this cavalcade of dissoluteness – yes. So, let…
In the 1970s, I spent six years at a boys’ grammar school on the Essex-London border where life could best be summed up as flob pits and bundles. I’ll come to those disturbing rituals in a moment. But it was a strange experience where I often felt like a character in William Golding’s novel, Lord…
There’s a small number of rock and pop albums that impacted me like no other. As a teenager I stuck the vinyl on the turntable, placed the stylus down, and was blown away. The albums concerned are a varied bunch from punk to indie and prog rock. Yes – prog rock. Tell me which albums…
Imagine a beautiful old house burning down and the fire brigade turns up. The firefighters ask if there’s anybody inside. The answer is – no. The firefighters climb back into their fire engine and drive off leaving the fire to rage through the entire property reducing it to a smoking ruin. Thousands of pounds worth…
