A Walthamstow punk rocker spends Saturday watching the Windsors fight over car registrations while her […]
Month: October 2026
Seven For Seven-Thirty And A Dave Called Dave
A punk singer is dragged to an Islington dinner party and discovers the real headliner […]
The Chatbot Was Politer Than My Drummer
A punk rocker weighs up Piers Morgan versus artificial courtesy, a flying Tesla and a […]
Seven Minutes Late And Nobody Punched Me
Punctuality, football fist fights and French cobblestones as a Walthamstow band reconsiders its approach to […]
Dear Diary: The Conservatives Want to Scrap Inheritance Tax on the Family Home and I Have Never Owned One
Siobhan O’Donnell on a pledge that sounds wonderful until you realise punk rockers inherit only […]
Dear Diary: Menace Are Playing the 100 Club for Their 50th, and I Have Ironed My Safety Pins
Siobhan O’Donnell on the original 1970s line-up reuniting on Oxford Street, the basement where punk […]
Dear Diary: The Government Has Guaranteed Free Healthcare, and Patients Have Been Guaranteed Something to Do While Waiting
Siobhan O’Donnell on the NHS waiting list, a pensioner’s knee and the long, long queue […]
Rehearsal in a Railway Arch, With Trains
We wrote a song out of the week’s headlines, argued about a comma and lost […]
Three Chords and a Photocopier
A shift at the record shop, a box of old fanzines and why running a […]
Tuesday Night in the Basement on Oxford Street
Four bands, one working amp and the discovery that a good headline and a good […]
Camden on a Sunday, With My Nan
Mohicans at a fiver a photograph, a pint in the pub where it all happened, […]
The Clock That Runs Backwards on the King’s Road
A pilgrimage to number 430, a wasted afternoon in Chelsea and a bus ride with […]
Eleven T-Shirts, Nine of Them Medium, and a Shirt Sponsor Named After Its Owner
We had the merchandise meeting, such as it was, and I learned something about branding […]
How to Leave a Venue When the Promoter Has Gone Quiet
A story about a gang that got away by releasing a sheep in lipstick reminded […]
A Robot Wrote a Punk Song and It Was Polite
The drummer played us something a machine made, and it had every part of a […]
The Van, the Ferry and the Price of Sitting Next to Your Own Guitarist
We priced up a weekend of gigs in Ireland and learned what airlines think a […]
The People Have Spoken, Said the Bass Player, and Then We Voted Again
A band is a democracy until it is not, and a headline about referendums landed […]
Someone Must Pay, Said the Pensioner, Meaning Someone Else
We played a benefit at my nan’s day centre on Saturday, and a headline about […]
The Lifeboat Tin on the Merch Table
We are about to cross the Irish Sea in a plasterer’s van, a headline about […]
Two Minutes in Primark and Forty in a Rehearsal Room With No Heating
A week of broken strings, a drummer with opinions and the discovery that a high […]
Locally Sourced, Artisanal Teenage Bullying
They want to keep under-sixteens off social media, and I have a fifteen-year-old fan, a […]
Two Pounds a Litre and the Van Does Thirty to the Gallon on a Good Day
I did the fuel sums for Ireland on the back of a set list, and […]
Three Chords and a Traitor in a Hackney Rehearsal Room
Rehearsal went sideways the moment the drummer read out a royal headline, and by midnight […]
Saturday in a Camden Basement: Forty People, One Dog and a Song About an Uncle
First live outing for our royal traitor song in a sweaty Camden basement, and the […]
Digging Through Vinyl and Royal Grudges in a Soho Record Shop
A rainy afternoon flipping through punk records turned into a small history lesson about bands, […]
Ringing Mum About the Royal Row and Accidentally Talking About My Brother
A phone call home to talk about the news ended up being about our own […]
Busking the South Bank and Plotting a Bonfire Night Gig
An afternoon playing acoustic punk to tourists by the river led to a plan for […]