Playing Property Roulette

Pullens, 10.06.86, when voting Labour may have made a difference. Likesay, I own my home. I exercised my right to buy my council flat at the turn of the Millennium, when Blair's government first capped the discount to long term tenants. Word went around our Pullens Buildings, Victorian tenements near the Elephant & Castle, to... Continue Reading →

Not My South Wark

#NotMySouthWark dot guv. I am much better off than most people - never mind most Universal Credit claimants - because I own a flat in Central London. The unseen assessors who administrate UC can't seem to get their heads around it. Three times, I've been asked at the Job Centre about my residential status. Why... Continue Reading →

I, Daniel Blake Too

#WeAreAllDanielBlake - "I am Spartacus and he is a mad Scotch bloke!" Asked if I've seen that Len Loach film, I quip that I am living it. Besides, I don't have spare cash for the cinema. Still, one can now watch it online for free, so I did. The film accurately portrays the workings of... Continue Reading →

Back On The Chain Gang

Following a brief spell of employment that now seems like an hallucination, I am back at Kennington Park Job Centre Plus, where all has changed. I now go up the fag stench stairs to the first floor, where we abide by the code of Universal Credit. If I obey the regulations scrupulously, on March 5th... Continue Reading →

The Times I Saw The Clash #3, 26.01.80

Bankrobbers: 16 Tons Tour @ Deeside Leisure Centre, Chester.    No longer quite so Bored With The USA, The Clash had been over there and got clobbered up with their engineer boots and retro suits.  Sartorially, the Last Gang in Town now looked the business and, as a live act, The Clash took no prisoners.  ... Continue Reading →

Prince, Guitar Hero

Prince, rated #33 in the Rolling Stone Hot 100, was a guitar hero to Eric Clapton, rated #2, behind Hendrix. Indeed, Mr Slowhand chose Purple Rain as his Castaway's Favourite on Desert Island Discs. Apocryphally, if not really asked about how it felt to be the world's greatest living guitar star, the man known to... Continue Reading →

Prince @ M.S.G. 02.08.86

I've been rumnating about Prince since his abrupt and premature departure from our consensus reality on 21.04.16 and, by the way, I retrieved and edited this review I wrote of the first (and greatest) Prince concert I attended, thirty years gone this Summer. Prince was playing two nights at Madison Square Garden for some reason.... Continue Reading →

The Times I Saw The Clash #2: 30.04.78

Rock Against Racism Carnival in Victoria Park, London. For several late teenage years a corner of my bedroom wall was adorned with the fold out programme-slash-poster from this amazing event, a free Carnival Against the Nazis featuring the cream of punk luminaries. And Patrick Fitzgerald. Pic of programme by Robbie Wilson @ Clash City Collectors... Continue Reading →

The Last Laugh Now

Photo by Tim Platt Half a dozen years ago, in 2010, I was hard up. I was complaining about being broke to a friend to whom I sold a pretentious book by your man from El Bulli, the Spanish King of Molecular Gastronomy, for twenty quid. I had it as a consequence of having worked... Continue Reading →

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