“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Record of the week: MDC – Chicken Squawk 7″
31st October 1984
Start work Monday. Pissed off with people thinking they’re hard by drinking.
1st November 1984
Went to London with Paul, Alex and Charlie. Youth Brigade were stuck in Poland. Got MDC and MRRs.
2nd November 1984
Don’t want to do Youth Club anymore. See Wednesday.
3rd November 1984
Jasper did fireworks.
4th November 1984
Lost Cherrees was today. Went down but didn’t go in cos it cost too much.
It’s a funny little head
It’s got a knob on the top
It’s pointed slightly
You only need to tap it lightly
And it sinks in
He’s got a funny little head
With a knob on the top
It’s pointed slightly
You only need tap it lightly
And it sinks in
And folds up into an epileptic fit
And sails away on a galactic trip
To where spastic children hold the hammers
That knock you on the head
Strange you turned the tables on yourself
‘Wake up – it’s time for bed’
21st Jan 1998 – Brad was a type of nail I think – that was the kind of stuff I was selling in my first job.
It snowed today
Kids shout hurray
Everybody’s out
Hear them shout
Hurray for the snow
Let everybody know
Why does snow get everyone together?
Why only snow, not any other weather?
I hope it snows some more
I hope it covers the floor
So long as it gets everyone out
To be together to lark about
Snow
Don’t go
21st Jan 1998 – Remember vividly the day that inspired this poem. Kids who wouldn’t normally come out and play with our ‘gang’ came out and had snowball fights and all sorts of fun. We can’t have been that bad, can we? Something about the snow must have softened up the parents to let their kids out. Anyway, it was such a great feeling to have everyone together.
11th July 2023 – Despite developing an attitude of hating everybody and feeling disappointed with the human race I still held on to tiny slivers of hope.
Superman’s kiss
Couldn’t miss
You will forget
All you know
He will get
All the show
He’s so strong
He’s so good
But he’d kiss everyone
If he could
What I could do with is regeneration
To help with my lack of motivation
Give me an impregnation
To give me a new creation
Nothing to exploit in exploitation
Nothing to enter in penetration
To find or to avoid a lack of motivation
Change the channel to another station
Here is life or here is dying
Only sin is lack of trying
If we don’t try we may die
Food in need so sow the seed
Next year is better next year stronger
Next years furrows that much longer
Plough the field pick the yield
Mouths to feed so sow the seed
21st Jan 1998 – Stole four of these lines from another poem (which I forget now).
Pot Noodle for dinner
Pot Noodle for tea
Pot noodles believe
In Pot Noodle Steve
21st Jan 1998 – Another guy I used to work with – loved his pot noodles.
Happy today
No thought of apathy
Marry me
Know me
Show me
Feed me
Need me
Or bleed me
For your happiness
One million puppets on two million puppet strings
It’s only a happy bird that in contentment
Will cut off its wings
Your happiness will not last forever
Cos you have to die
For your happiness
And thoughts of apathy
Marry me
Happily
Record of the week: Black Flag – Slip It In/Family Man
27th October 1984
My birthday. Got Black Flag LPs. Got pissed. Got visit from police about The Rec
Is Martin sugared?
Is Martin sweet?
Is Martin oblivious
To unbearable heat?
Is Martin cold?
Is Martin hot?
Is Martin what
You’re exactly not?
21st Jan 1998 – Martin was a guy I worked with – I wonder what happened to some of those people?
The guy I worked with specifically in that first job was in a punk band called the Void (they never amounted to much more than a few legendary local gigs – where I sang with them one time too!). A few years later he became the town mayor – the other contender tried to put shit on him during the election because he was bisexual – his plan however backfired as it was seen as malicious slandering and irrelevant to whether he would be a good mayor or not. And while he was mayor he did all he could for the youth of the town etc (he was about 40 but still a kid in many ways.
His name was Phil Webb but everyone called him Piwi – everyone!)
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