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Saturday March 5th, 1977
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-ha! Guess who came into work today, with Jim the
‘Wonderloaf’ bread delivery man? Terry, the drummer of The
Beastly Cads (now The Models)! Terry was working with Jim,
and Jim introduced me to Terry, who told me the band changed
their name to The Models because they were fed up with the
name Beastly Cads – Blimey, Terry Model humping crates of
bread – amazing!
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Sunday
March 6th, 1977
Getting
beaten up, sometimes fighting back.
Tuesday
March 8th, 1977
Why the
hell is it that Eater, Dee Generate’s sister (right) and me are the
youngest, and ONLY youngest Punks on the Scene? (better to
be young than OLD!)
Still
gigging, still working. |
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Saturday
March 12th, 1977
Me an
Sharon are well and truly OLD STAGERS – The Daily Mirror
kids and Discos come in on the weekends – they know nothing
– Punk is turned into something wrong with them – they
haven’t got a clue how to act!
Thursday
March 17th, 1977
Eater
were on at The Roxy, tonight, played a blinder of a gig but
it was ruined by a nutter who was cutting himself with a
penknife – I’m writing this at about four in the morning,
and I still feel mad! What did I wear tonight? The black
drape with turquoise velvet, my ‘No Fun’ shirt, black tie,
white sta-prest, blue lurex socks and plimsoles. Well, I was
down the front with a few other kids going crazy to Eater,
when a kid with black dyed hair and a blue mohair jumper was
sliced on the hand by this Hippy nutter who was wielding a
penknife – the blue jumper kid showed his cut hand to Andy
Blade, and Andy licked it, thinking the blood was tomato
ketchup – WE knew what it was on the floor, though!
I spent
the rest of the gig kicking the Hippy nutter up the arse,
after he slashed MY hand, too – Took the knife off him, cos
it was getting out of hand – Andy, when we told him after,
was nearly sick when he knew he’d tasted real blood…
Dij,
Pape, Selena, Sharon and Kay called me to go upstairs,
looking really ill – Apparently, the Hippy nutter was
playing salami sandwiches with himself with another knife,
in the upstairs bar – Fucking hell, I didn’t go to look at
him, even though I went upstairs with the girls – Head cases
like that do it cause they want an audience to clock their
self-mutilation – Bloody hell, what a bastard of a night!
Note: I
still like Kay a lot (she’s short, a brunette with wavy
hair, a rosy-cheeked face, plump figure and reasonable tits
– She’s a really lovely looking girl!) but I’m shy of asking
her to go around with me – Not only that, I’m afraid she’d
find out I’m a virgin, I ‘spose – God, with her white shirt,
black tie and silver fox-fur coat, she looks a real Punkette
Dream – But Punk ain’t about love – that’s for straights who
only want marriage, mortgage, kids – But Christ, do I love
her (Kay) and everything about her… She likes me, I think –
At least, she chats to me a lot – Dunno if she DOES like me,
though – G’night…
Friday
March 18th, 1977
New
name, ‘Arcane Vendetta’. No longer ‘Randy Bollocker’.
Have
changed it, now, to Arcane Vendetta. My new shirt is red,
with a heavy chrome dog chain fixed to the right front of it
– like a commissionaire’s! I’ve stencilled ‘So Sharp’ on the
collar, ‘Arcane vendetta’ is in white paint stencil on the
left front, sloping downwards, and ‘Sod Morons – Rigor
Mortice Ain’t My Disease’ is stencilled in black on the back
– one of my best home-made jobs yet!
Monday
March 21st, 1977
Went to
the Notre Dame in Leicester Square to see the Pistols – they
were being filmed for French TV – Met Dij, Pape, Selena and
Kay there – loads of Punks were wanting to be let in, Shane,
Claudio, Andy Blade, Geoff and Steve of Rough Trade and even
Giovanni Dadamo, the rock mag writer – but nobody was being
let in to see the Pistols except the poseur type Punks –
Shit! We waited for hours to be let in – Andy Blade even
tried to bribe his way in with a bottle of Pernod – NO GO!
Claudio had a great pair of shades – Various Pistols (namely
Paul Cook, Steve Jones) tried to placate us – We were
hopping mad, all of us – It was drizzling and tempers were
high!
A group
of kids even had a go at the doors, saying “Break the
fucking doors down!” – Nobody got in, though – When the posy
Punks (50 of ‘em!) filed out after the gig, everybody cursed
them – Hardly any Roxy kids got in1 Sharon (my sister)
shouted “Vicious sux!” as Sid Vicious came out – He would
have hammered Sharon, but seeing as she was a girl he called
her a “fucking bitch” and stormed off – Johnny Rotten left
with a couple of bodyguards – a real man of the people, man!
Dij,
Pape, Selena, Kay, me, Sharon and Alan decided to see a band
called ‘Ultravox’ at the Nashville – they aren’t Punk, more
futuristic electric Rock, but they were fantastic! The lead
singer sings like Bowie, a bit, but he’s got a great voice…
They (Ultravox) will be bloody big, one day! I was surprised
on the way in to see Ultravox, cos Sue Catwoman (one of the
Pistols’ Bromley contingent) talked to me for a while – She
got in to see the Pistols, but told me the camera crew were
bastardly to the Punks who got in – Pushing them around,
getting them to act nasty for the benefit of French telly –
Soo Catwoman reckoned The Pistols hated the whole thing – he
did, an’all… (at least she got in!). All in al, it was an
ace night out – Got pissed as usual, although as yet I
haven’t puked it up while I’m out – There was a real Bin
Liner-grade Punkette sitting by the stage watching Ultravox
– All pink plastic, mascara, white hair and idiotic sheep
face – She was a joke, whoever she was!
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Tuesday
March 22nd, 1977
The Jam
and The Rejects: Roxy Club.
The
Rejects were true to form – really shitty!” there was at
least a SIX YARD GAP between the band and audience – is it
any fucking wonder? They’ll NEVER improve! (funnily enough,
‘Uniform’ sounded alright, tonight…)
The Jam
played a storm shocker as is customary – I spent most of the
gig down the front with my head rammed in the speakers –
Pogoed frantic with Shane & Claudio, took some photos (with
the Kodak Instamatic 110 camera Dij lent me), and at one
point, Paul Weller (The Jam lead singer) was scared that the
front stage speakers would collapse – Well, they WERE ready
to topple over, cos me and Shane flew over the speakers,
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Sharon
introduced me to the kid who writes ’48 Thrills’ fanzine, a
bloke called Adrian thrills. I didn’t like him, though – He
seemed snotty and middle class – really bleeding posh!
(maybe I’ve got him wrong – I mean, it ain’t HIS fault how
he was brung up, is it?). After the gig, I pissed on the
fire escape stairs of Covent Garden station – nearly
drenching Dij & Selena, who were walking with Sharon a
little bit ahead – Shitting hell, what a way to carry on in
the company of girls!
Thursday
March 24th, 1977
New
shirt: It’s blue (light blue0 with ‘BLIMEY’ stenciled in
black, then white, then red, all the way down the left arm
until on the cuff it ends with ‘NOTHING’S DOING’ – Took me
ages to do that! The ‘R.B.’ is still on the collar, but I
don’t give a shit! (even though I’m now A.V.). On the back
I’ve stenciled ‘I Still Love To Reject The Rejects’ and ‘My
Time Is Now’ is stenciled on the front (right hand side) –
my collections GROWING, man!
So much
happening.
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Saturday
March 26th, 1977
Siouxsie
& The Banshees at The Roxy: The Roxy was packed out, for
this one – You could hardly move in the bloody crush! (Glad
we don’t – Sharon and me – go to the bar too often, now –
it’s better to bring your OWN lagers in!) – there’s been a
lot of expectation about Siouxsie & The Banshees – about
whether they’d match up to their legendary brilliance – they
DID! Siouxsie had some trouble getting people off their
arses to pogo, but luckily, some girl jumped down the front
and got everybody crazy – after that, it was electric shock
pogo akshun – Siouxsie called out, after they’d done two
songs: “Why don’t you MOVE, you lot, what do you think ya
are, a load of flamin’ geriatrics?” – I yelled out “I’ve
just come out of one of them places, but at least I’m doing
something!” – The girl Punkette who jumped in, saved things
from dying – She’s great, whoever she was!
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The
banshees did Bolan’s ‘20th Century Boy’ to
perfection, plus other songs like ‘Love And Dismiss’,
‘Carcass’, and the excellent pogo-rocker ‘Deutschland’ for
the finale – I’m gonna see The Banshees again, and that
ain’t a lie – they were bloody brilliant!
The kid
I met at The Roundhouse a while ago was at the Roxy, tonight
– Took a photo of him standing next to Poly Styrene of X Ray
spex upstairs, and one of Chris pissing about with a mike
stand before The Banshees came on – That’s his name, Chris,
and at The Roundhouse he was wearing Skinhead gear – Changed
now, though, with a blue shirt bearing the words (in red
felt-tip marker) ‘CLASH’ down the side (or was it on the
left side? Can’t remember).
Sunday
March 27th, 1977
Blah
blah. I think Kay (she’s 16, I think, really pretty), Dij &
Selena’s friend, likes me – She’s bloody attractive, but
Punk isn’t about love, is it? (I like Kay, though – Her
brown wavy hair, plump figure and foxy face…) Christ, I’m
going out of my brain about Kay!
Thursday
March 31st, 1977
The Jam
were on at The Rochester, Stoke Newington, can’t remember
the exact date but it was this month, sometime.
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When we
got there, I know Sharon and me bumped into Paul Weller’s
dad, at the bar… He looked like a builder’s foreman in a
Harrington jacket. He asked us what we thought of The Jam,
and we said we thought they were great – When he told us he
was Paul Weller’s dad, we couldn’t believe it! He was a
really nice bloke – dead ordinary! Before the Jam came on, I
was in the bogs having a pee, when, would you just believe
it, BRUCE FOXTON came in for a pee, an’all! I felt shy of
him (talking to ME!), but felt really pleased cos he
complemented my gear (orange hair, white shirt, black tie,
black jacket, black drainpipe trousers and sneakers) – said
I looked the part for The jam – bloody hell, what an
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I next
got chatting to five kids who follow The Jam everywhere,
then the gig was ON! The band looked fantastic, and were
high up from us (cos The Rochester Castle’s stage is high) –
Rick Buckler played ace on his drums, Paul Weller great on
vocals, and Bruce Foxton brilliant on the guitar – He even
jumped onto the floor with us, weaving in and out playing
blinding style – That was a bloody great gig – I’ll never
get fed up with The Jam! I took some more photos with dij’s
Kodak Instamatic – Should be ok for the next issue of
“London’s These things” – these were taken in black and
white and colour – Can’t wait till they come back from the
developers (still ain’t got ‘em!) |
