“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Shared with Poets and Storytellers United #225 – bookshelves
Diary entry: Got back at 7.40 a.m.
12th Mar 2025 – Us punks thrashing in the pit was violent but fun and friendly. No one got hurt that much, and there was definitely no malice involved. That seemed to be changing at the bigger venues around this time and inspired this write.
Clutches her handbag
Dressed in red
Flowing blonde hair
You turn your head
Money’s exchanged
Words are said
Whore on the corner
In your bed
Went ice skating – it was shit.
29th Feb 2024 – Sometimes I made an effort to try and fit in. I really did. This would also have been prompted by the fact that lots of girls went ice skating too. The reason I wouldn’t have enjoyed this is that I was too cool for school and making a fool of myself was a no-no. It would take me a long, long while to lighten up.
12th Mar 2025 – It’s weird that I only have a memory of the feeling of this event. I have no idea where this happened. I can’t think of any ice rinks at all but I’m guessing it was in Poole or Bournemouth (maybe Ferndown?)
Diary entry: Last (Atrox) gig in Southampton. Went really well.
12th Feb 2021 – A Thursday night, no less. Not being too familiar with Southampton after having only been there a couple of times, we often got misdirected by the locals, whether by accident or folks not appreciating these scruffy young punks in their city.
We did establish many lifelong friendships from these times though. The West Indian Club was a magical place (in my mind now) though I had no real idea of the workings of organising shows or even understanding how sound was mixed in a live situation. I just stood on the stage and shouted as loud as I could and hoped I could be heard. Folks seemed to enjoy it, either way.
Rising free, phoenix from the ashes
The earth suck, wave crashes
Scream and shout to let it out
The birth fuck, the earth suck
Illegitimate child, element of doubt
Diary entry: Got home at 4 a.m.
Diary entry: Atrox played Dorchester – it was really bad.
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