You took me for a ride
I had a case of genocide
It’s much too much
I’m out of touch
Oooohh God
No reason to give reason
I’ve got a ticket for the season
Look what you’ve done
You’ve surely won
Gooooodbyyyee
Month: March 1985
No Holds Barred – 20th March 1985
In the mood
The trampled moved
The Suzies grooved
No holds barred
Running through the alleys
Meet at Hammersmith Palais
It’s poison the rat carries
No holds barred
No life saved
All too brave
We danced on your grave
No holds barred
Television – 19th March 1985
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
It’s all such a bore
Repeats, repeats
Better than baked beans
Take your seats
In front of the screens
Television has no vision
Cuts into you, delicate incision
Active in your mind and speech
It’s wonderful how television can teach
*Tube Train – 18th March 1985
Travelling on the tube train
Noise rattles your brain
Sitting on the dirty seats
Escalator takes your feet
Away
Riding on the tube train
Ride, ride, ride, ride
You’re deep inside
The underground
Taking you around
On tube trains
The Week That Was
Record of the week: False Prophets – Banana Split Republic, Husker Du – 59 Times The Pain/Girl Who Lives On Heaven Hill
18th March 1985
Started work with another kiddy. It’s quite good fun. Bloke’s pretty decent as well. Working in Sandbanks. Stayed in.
6
19th March 1985
Working on my own. Down Leigh Road. Bloke used to be in the Pretty Things.
6
20th March 1985
Working same place. Others are helping too. Went to Holtwood. Pete offered an expenses-paid concert there. Can’t be bad. Went down Hinton Martell for meeting. Saw Tammy for first time. She’s OK but always talking about herself. Scott was getting off with her last I saw.
7
21st March 1985
Morning went quick. Afternoon was boring. Mr Ashby said if Atrox want he can put us in touch with someone who can get us a record out. Rung Paul, told him about gig and record deal. Maybe practice Sunday.
6
23rd March 1985
Got Conflict 7″ Flux 7″, Husker Du LP, Stupids 7″, DOA 12″
24th March 1985
Shit practice. Gonna have a break for a while.
The Minster Green – 17th March 1985
The minster green
Has seen many a thing
It has seen violence
And the love we can bring
The minster green
Has seen many a thing
It has heard the silence
It has heard us sing
The minster green
The minster green
I think of all the secrets you’ve seen
In Tune Out Of Time – 16th March 1985
Took us half an hour
To tune the guitars
We started to play
A few simple bars
But it was in tune, out of time
And the words didn’t rhyme
Finally, we got the rhythm
We all started to swing
Everything was ok
Except for one tiny thing
We were in time, out of tune
I think we should finish soon
Atrox, Disciples of the Elder, (A poet), Other Side Of The Fence – Cornwall Hotel, Dorchester, Dorset, UK – 15th March 1985
28th Aug 2022 – Disciples of the Elder, I think was Andy Andersen’s band at the time. I had tried previously to get a band together with him called Violent Rubbish or possibly Satan’s Children (which I self-tattooed on my left wrist) along with Justin Butler on bass and Simon on drums. We had one practice at Justin’s school somewhere in Hamworthy but never got it together for another as we had few transport options and all lived in different towns.
This was my first show singing with Atrox, having finally begged my way into my favourite band and convincing them that having two singers wasn’t a bad thing. It was pretty unusual at the time. I say singer but I always correct myself to say, vocalist. I was so stoked to be up on stage with my new friends and in a band that I considered far superior to Andy’s.
Other Side Of The Fence was Rich Waitland’s band I believe and a couple of years later he would play a small part in my life in another band (Hate That Smile).

Chasm – 14th March 1985
Chase me
Erase me
Dictate me
Love me – hate me
Join me
Orgasm
Deep
In the chasm
Feed me
Defeat me
Bleed me
Complete me
Deep
In the orgasm
Join me
In the chasm
Journey To Beyond – 13th March 1985
It was a journey to nowhere
We never expected to end up here
But what can we do now?
Our future is not clear
We have to stop and rest
Our ship was put to the test
The memory banks have gone
On the journey to beyond
Fag – 12th March 1985
Cigarette, cigarette
Just can’t get enough
I take big puffs
Of my cigarette
I can’t forget
Your lovely taste
On my lips
I hold you in my fingertips
I stub you out
Your work is done
Now it’s time
To have another one
