another perfectly good motorcycle ruined.......

Friday, 18 February 2011

the '70's were shit, don't let anyone else tell you any different, i was there, i was an apprentice fitter working for the mayor of derby, my life consisted of getting nailed to the site cabin door through my thick blue overall's and getting a round of fuck's off the coddy for 'pissing about', going to northern soul allnighter's where everybody was taking too much speed that made everyone edgy and aggressive, following the mighty rams all around the country and getting my head kicked in and strikes, coming home at the end of a shift, light's go out, no electricity, cold bath because my ma hadn't put the immersion heater on in time, a bloody sandwich for tea because the stove was off, i used to just go to bed early, then, punk happened, this was our music, not the prog-rock that our mates elder brother's were listening to, fresh and well, dangerous, i was 17 in 1976, i can remember the stink when the pistols did the infamous bill grundy interview on tea time telly, the next day i bought my copy of the daily mirror on the way to work and my life was never the same again, all of a sudden, overnight, i felt like i belonged to something, when the anarchy tour was announced i didn't sleep, there it was, kings hall derby, where i had previously seen hawkwind, gentle giant, fruupp, brian eno and the heavy metal kids, now, i was going to see the damned, the clash, johnny thunders and the pistols, until, the good, upstanding guardians of public morality that were otherwise known as the derbyshire county council, [including my boss, the mayor of derby], decided that they needed to view the show before they would allow it to go ahead, the pistols told them to fuck off and refused to do the 'audition', the show was cancelled and derby lost out to a piece of history. they also left a 17 year old apprentice fitter with a lifelong problem with authority................

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