A punk diary entry on London’s newest monument to talking about bricks Tuesday night, three […]
Yellow Paint Is Now Our Transport Policy
The punk diary considers London’s boldest infrastructure decision since the bus lane Someone at City […]
The Lords Have Moved to a Caravan Park and Nobody Told Me
A punk diary on the strangest relocation in modern British governance I want to be […]
India’s Cockroach Party Marches and I Take Notes
A punk diary look at protest theatre done properly, for once Every so often a […]
France Bans the Internet Until Everyone Behaves
A punk diary on the continent’s boldest parenting strategy yet France has apparently decided the […]
Sofa Bruises and Second Choruses: A London Punk Diary
Small venues, satire that lands too close to true, and a bridge nobody agrees on […]
Cables, Chorus Takes and a Song That Runs Too Long
A recording day disaster, a scene that will not fill its rooms, and the satire […]
A Rained Out Rehearsal That Solved Itself
How stripping a bridge back to nothing fixed two weeks of arguing, and what the […]
A Benefit Gig, a Full Bucket and a Bigger Worry Underneath
Playing to save a venue for a night, and wondering what it means that we […]
The Album Title Argument That Ruined My Sunday
A guitarist’s midnight decision, a week of avoidance, and what satire taught me about patience […]
Three Chords and a Council Tax Bill: Another Week Surviving London on Attitude Alone
Siobhan O’Donnell’s diary on gigging, skint living, and why the news keeps giving her material […]
Diary Of A Skint Punk: Chess Nerds Stole My Square
Trafalgar Square used to be for shouting at pigeons and now it’s full of people […]
Diary Of A Skint Punk: The Bassline Reached Camden And So Did The Complaints
BST Hyde Park finished at half ten and my neighbour still had opinions about it […]
Diary Of A Skint Punk: I Queued Eleven Hours For Strawberries I Didn’t Even Get
My mate won the Wimbledon ballot and I spent the whole day as unpaid moral […]
Diary Of A Skint Punk: I Accidentally Toured Buckingham Palace And Enjoyed It
I went in fully prepared to be sarcastic about the monarchy and came out having […]
Diary Of A Skint Punk: My Landlord Mentioned ULEZ Like It Was My Fault Personally
A rent conversation somehow turned into a twenty minute lecture about emissions zones and I […]
Nige’s Soul Break Ends Early, Blames Celtexit
Bassist returns, citing constitutional uncertainty Nige is back. Turns out three days without a band […]
Dalston Landlord Discovers Irony, Ignores It
Rent goes up the week the economy goes down My landlord put the rent up […]
Barry Names a Currency, Nobody Stops Him
The leek gains no legal ground but plenty of confidence Barry has now designed a […]
Thursday Gig Happens, Nation Still Doesn’t
A basement full of people ignoring the news, briefly The gig happened. Small miracle. Twenty-odd […]
Punk Gig Cancelled, Nation Not Surprised
Siobhan on why the bassist quit again Woke up on Sarah’s sofa in Dalston with […]
Punk Rock Authenticity and Commercial Compromise: Reflections on Underground Music Culture and Selling Out Fears in Modern London
Diary entry exploring tensions between artistic authenticity and commercial viability in contemporary punk scene Tonight […]
The Socialist Myth About Soccer and “Fairness” That Ignores Everything About How Humans Actually Work
Why culture beats policy, talent selection isn’t a popularity contest, and no amount of government […]
Why Free Soccer Is Just Another Welfare Trap for the Working Class
The government promises access but delivers control, dependency, and eventual abandonment when politics shifts They […]
Who Actually Pays for Free Soccer? A Punk’s Guide to the Lie at the Heart of the Socialist Dream
Siobhan O’Donnell tears apart the European fantasy of free youth soccer and names the real […]
Punk Rock Philosophy in Modern London: Rebellion Through Personal Expression
Siobhan O’Donnell reflects on maintaining punk authenticity in contemporary London while navigating cultural commodification Staying […]
Punk Diary: Farage Quits, Clacton Braces For Chaos
Siobhan O’Donnell on safety pins, Binface and a heatwave nobody asked for Tuesday, half nine […]
My Amp Died Mid-Set at the Dive and I Have Never Felt More Alive
Siobhan O’Donnell on broken gear, London headlines, and the strange comfort of things falling apart […]
Siobhan’s Second Diary: On Reinvention and the Passing Years
Reflections from a punk rocker at the end of the night I had a conversation […]
Camden Market and the Politics of Expensive Tat
What does it mean when punk rebellion is repackaged and sold at £45 per item? […]
The Three Chords That Killed Rock and Roll
A meditation on why modern bands have forgotten how to be deliberately bad I was […]
Siobhan’s Guide to Surviving a Proper London Night Out
Why going out has become more work than staying in There was a time when […]