Outside The Door – 2nd October 1983

Outside the door, inside my mind
Feeding the poor, curing the blind

No more starvation, only elation
No more whores, no more wars

Outside the door, inside my head
Killing no more, there’s no dead

No more stealing, sounds appealing
No more beating, now everyone’s eating

But it’s outside the door, on the other side
So we’re still poor, and the people have died
We must unlock the door and open it wide
To recognise the truth from the lies

Outside the door, inside my mind

In And Out – 18th September 1983

In and out lifestyle, it becomes a bore
It’s boring doing the same things, I won’t anymore
In and out, repeat, repeat, clock the card
In and out, clocked in, trying too hard

5th May 2023 – Despite never having worked a day in my life I already was aware of the realities of the rat race. I’ve spent many years clocking in and out since then and admittedly, I do still hate that.

Vince – 15th September 1983

Vince is a brain
An anarchist punk
So in the election he stood SDP
They won’t let him have an anarchist party
It’s too much brains for him you see
Vince the prince of the SDP
You won

4th May 2023 – Vince was the class clown and sure enough after finishing high school, he became a children’s entertainer ie. a clown! The school decided that they would perform elections for fun, though I’m not sure if there was actually any duty to carry out once elected. Vince applied, with all our support but was denied having an anarchist party so chose SDP instead. They were a third party to attempt to balance Labour and Conservative in British politics. They never faired much in government but Vince won our school election by a landslide. The cult of personality.
Vince was also a drummer and he would be a member of my first real attempted band with Rupert and Jeremy along with a younger kid who wanted to be part of it and said we could practice at his house one afternoon. He lived way out in the countryside and my mum dropped us all off with drums and guitars only to find out the kid wasn’t even home. As my mum had already left we were thankfully invited in by the kid’s parents and banged around making a dreadful noise for a few hours before the kid turned up about 10 minutes before my mum was due to pick us up. Our one and only practice was good fun but showed us we completely lacked any kind of musical ability.