{"id":11799,"date":"2025-06-04T11:33:18","date_gmt":"2025-06-04T10:33:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/?p=11799"},"modified":"2026-01-21T22:54:12","modified_gmt":"2026-01-21T22:54:12","slug":"grid-the-car-boot-affair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/grid-the-car-boot-affair\/","title":{"rendered":"GRID: THE CAR BOOT AFFAIR"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/80db897b-bd27-4909-b947-de4066e34ad7.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-11800\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/80db897b-bd27-4909-b947-de4066e34ad7.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/80db897b-bd27-4909-b947-de4066e34ad7.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/80db897b-bd27-4909-b947-de4066e34ad7-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/a4fcc41f-4911-4d58-a423-4c9bb8ae1822.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-11850\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/a4fcc41f-4911-4d58-a423-4c9bb8ae1822.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/a4fcc41f-4911-4d58-a423-4c9bb8ae1822.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/a4fcc41f-4911-4d58-a423-4c9bb8ae1822-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Mickey Penguin &amp; Tim Wells &#8211; Finsbury Park\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img432.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-11805\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img432-640x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img432-640x1024.jpg 640w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img432-187x300.jpg 187w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img432-768x1230.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img432-959x1536.jpg 959w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img432-1279x2048.jpg 1279w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img432.jpg 1487w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Sometime last year I was in Camden for Tim Well&#8217;s book launch for his book; &#8216;Crown and Anchor&#8217;, which is\u00a0 available from Spinners publishing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">The &#8216;Crown and Anchor&#8217; book contains a dozen short ghost stories, each story revolves around an everyday item or object. This sounds mad, and it is, but the stories work.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">The rear of the cover states: <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">&#8216;Tales of unease; a portmanteau of haunted car boot sale items&#8217;. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">So there you go&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img426.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-11803\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img426-1004x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"816\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img426-1004x1024.jpg 1004w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img426-294x300.jpg 294w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img426-768x783.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img426-1506x1536.jpg 1506w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img426-2008x2048.jpg 2008w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">As I was at the launch, I mentioned to Tim and to Raoul (from Spinners publishing) that I once had a dream that concerned a DJ who could only hear the song &#8216;No Faith&#8217; by the Suburban Studs so every record he put on the turntable, he could only hear &#8216;No Faith&#8217;, and nothing else, whatever the record was on the turntable. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Raoul was interested in this dream, and asked me if I was interested in writing something for a future issue of the Spinners book. I have never ever written any fiction before, so I was hesitant at first, unsure of my ability but with Raoul&#8217;s encouragement, I warmed to the idea of writing my short story of an everyday item (a record) being in some way haunted (or whatever), and my story would have fitted in well with the concept of Tim&#8217;s book &#8216;Crown and Anchor&#8217;! <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">The first thing that happened when I eventually tried to write the story was I got a complete mental block and I couldn&#8217;t write anything. I then had an idea of basing the main character on someone I knew so I could focus more; the person I thought would be the perfect fit was Tim Wells himself. I spoke to him about this and he was completely okay with my ideas and left me to it. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">I have known Tim, then known as &#8216;Bilko&#8217;, since the mid \/ latter years of the eighties, a year or two before he joined the Blaggers, so I know him pretty well throughout the last decades passed. Tim<\/span><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\"> remembers me when I had bleached crimped hair, shaved at the sides adorned with jangly bangles, and that was a long long time ago! <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Tim lives in Stoke Newington. He goes to the local car boot sales. He gets DJ gigs, and up to a couple of years ago, he has a long standing residency in the DJ booth at the nearby Mascara Bar (the M Bar) run by Irish Maggie who in real life is a bit of a nutter. He has DJ&#8217;d on the floor of the Sir George Robey in Finsbury Park during those ska \/ skinhead festivals in the latter-eighties and early-nineties. He has all the records that matter in punk, new wave, mod, 2-Tone, reggae and ska, he even owns Dennis Waterman&#8217;s &#8216;I Could Be So Good For You&#8217; which he has &#8216;played out&#8217; before &#8211; a perfect record collection, all killer no filler! He puts his records onto his Dansette record player at home. He is generally immaculately dressed, and the attention to detail, and knowledge of the clothing that he wears is encyclopaedic. He owns a tan Harrington jacket (so do I actually). He knows Hoxton Tom from the 4-Skins (Tom from Hoxton in the story). He saw gigs down the Hope and Anchor around 1979 (but not 1977 that bit is fictional). He owns a bottle of Brut. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img433-scaled.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-11840\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img433-729x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"729\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img433-729x1024.jpg 729w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img433-213x300.jpg 213w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img433-768x1079.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img433-1093x1536.jpg 1093w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img433-1457x2048.jpg 1457w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img433-scaled.jpg 1821w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 729px) 100vw, 729px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_20251025_150903.1-scaled.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-12009 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_20251025_150903.1-1024x1020.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"797\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_20251025_150903.1-1024x1020.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_20251025_150903.1-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_20251025_150903.1-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_20251025_150903.1-768x765.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_20251025_150903.1-1536x1529.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG_20251025_150903.1-2048x2039.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">And lastly, Tim was in the band Anti Social Workers in 1982, (&#8220;his voice over a dub reggae punky beat&#8221; in the story).\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">These details about Tim&#8217;s real life and history are laid out in my story! <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Tim is named &#8216;GRID&#8217; in the story. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Myself? <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Apart from actually writing the story, I was known as Grid in my secondary modern comprehensive school, for exactly the reasons mentioned in the story. I did have a girlfriend called Sara Hunt who I had met at a gig (not at a Ruts gig though!). I had a short residency (two Sundays a month for two months) spinning reggae records in the DJ booth at the Swan pub in Tottenham in the mid-nineties. I owned a black Harrington jacket in 1979, the only black Harrington jacket that I ever owned. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Those memories are all mine. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">It was so much easier to write a short story with someone to base the character on, and Tim brings the &#8216;Grid&#8217; character to bring to life wonderfully. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">When I had finished the story both Tim and Raoul liked it, which was a relief. If they did not like it, especially Tim (that was important to get the story passed Tim first) I would have not wanted the story to be published.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Anyway the details.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img430.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-11804 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img430-717x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"717\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img430-717x1024.jpg 717w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img430-210x300.jpg 210w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img430-768x1098.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img430-1075x1536.jpg 1075w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img430-1433x2048.jpg 1433w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img430.jpg 1743w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 717px) 100vw, 717px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img431.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-11824\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img431-717x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"717\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img431-717x1024.jpg 717w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img431-210x300.jpg 210w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img431-768x1098.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img431-1075x1536.jpg 1075w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img431-1433x2048.jpg 1433w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan-img431.jpg 1743w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 717px) 100vw, 717px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">My story is in Spinners issue 10 if you want to get a physical copy the book is available for a small donation and for postage costs. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">There are plenty of other poets and writers in all Spinners books including Tim Wells himself. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Tim&#8217;s book &#8216;Crown and Anchor&#8217; is also available for a tenner. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">If anyone is interested in some great books then please cut and paste the link <strong><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><a style=\"color: #800000;\" href=\"https:\/\/5767.co.uk\/shop\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">HERE<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Should I write about the Suburban Studs now? <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\">Nah can&#8217;t be arsed!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"yt-core-attributed-string--link-inherit-color\" dir=\"auto\"> My short story is written out below.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00072.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-11801 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00072-806x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"1016\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00072-806x1024.jpg 806w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00072-236x300.jpg 236w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00072-768x975.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00072-1209x1536.jpg 1209w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00072.jpg 1500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Tim Wells &#8211; Stoke Newington\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00104.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-11802 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00104-806x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"1016\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00104-806x1024.jpg 806w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00104-236x300.jpg 236w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00104-768x976.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00104-1209x1536.jpg 1209w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/IMG-20250529-WA00104.jpg 1500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Mickey Penguin &#8211; Stoke Newington<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Bci50PGjho4?si=YpBqYGicPLcUFF4R\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\">It might be helpful to play this YouTube video while reading the story below.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<h1>\u00a0<\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline; color: #000000;\"><strong>GRID: THE CAR BOOT AFFAIR<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Five days had passed since Grid had returned from the local Sunday car boot sale in Stoke Newington clutching a mint condition 7\u201d single by the Suburban Studs; \u2018No Faith&#8217; with &#8216;Questions\u2019 on the flip side. Grid had also found and bought a \u2018PUNKY REGGAE PARTY\u2019 badge, obviously a badge from the late seventies, not a repro, telling by the slight miscolouring on the design, and a small amount of rust on the pin side. Lastly, he had scored a couple of worn-out paperback horror pulp books from the seventies. A decent shopping day indeed.<\/p>\n<p>Grid was not his real name. Everyone <em>he knew<\/em>, <em>knew him<\/em> by that nickname. It was his love of \u2018Griddles\u2019, the seventies and early eighties \u2018prawn\u2019 or \u2018beef\u2019 flavoured corn snack that gave him the moniker that stuck from those school days right up to this present day.<\/p>\n<p>Grid had owned the Suburban Studs 7\u201d single for years, perhaps bought sometime in 1979, a couple of years after that record was released in 1977.<\/p>\n<p>His original copy from all those decades past was scratchy due to the thousands of revolutions the record had spun on his various record players that he had owned over the decades. The paper sleeve was also not in the best condition, many creases, a small tear, and even a name; \u2018Sara\u2019 and a phone number, presumably Sara\u2019s, written neatly on the rear of the sleeve. Who was Sara? Perhaps a long-forgotten girlfriend, or perhaps just a one-night stand from well over forty-five years ago. Grid had perhaps met her at one of the many gigs a month that he would have attended back in the latter seventies or the early eighties.<\/p>\n<p>The gigs were plentiful back then, a browse through the weekly music papers would shine a light on the latest tours from great punk, mod, 2-Tone, reggae and new wave bands, and those same bands one off gigs. Also, reggae sound system dances would be advertised if you knew where to look.<\/p>\n<p>Grid remembered seeing the Stranglers downstairs in the cellar at the Hope and Anchor pub in Islington in November 1977. That was fun Grid thought nostalgically, but thinking of that gig several decades later on, with an adult head, and not with the youthful body and reckless mind of the skinhead that Grid was at the time, it must have been insane seeing a band like the Stranglers in such a tiny venue. One small staircase for entrance and for exit to and from the cellar bar.<\/p>\n<p>What if there was a fire? This is why Health and Safety was invented he thought. Absolute madness!<\/p>\n<p>Talking of Madness, Grid had seen Madness at the very same Hope and Anchor, one sweaty night in July 1979. Ditto: Absolute madness!<\/p>\n<p>Grid saw the Suburban Studs 7\u201d record, not on one of the regular record stalls that were set up at the car boot sale every Sunday, at which Grid would barter on the price of any record he was interested in, reducing the price (of the generally overpriced records) to his financial advantage. Rather, he saw the record on a stall that was new to the car boot sale community. At least Grid had never seen it there before.<\/p>\n<p>The stall holder was an old goth, who was short and plump. Grid thought, unfairly, that the plumpness did not make the goth look \u2018correct\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>Goths, both men and woman should be thin and gaunt.<\/p>\n<p>The plump guys that Grid knew, and there were many, were mostly old skinheads at reggae dances, a large percentage of scooterists at seaside national scooter weekenders, still dancing to northern soul, some middle-aged punk rockers still colouring and spiking up their hair, or what was left of it. Overweight mods heavy enough to affect their Lammy\u2019s or Vespa\u2019s driving performance. The scooters only struggling to 40 \u2013 45 mph, not the 50 &#8211; 55 mph that Grid could sometimes make on his Vespa, if the headwind was favourable.<\/p>\n<p>Nevertheless, despite Grids unfair thoughts and body shaming the old goth, the old goth was certainly a goth, just not a thin gaunt goth.<\/p>\n<p>The stall had healing stones, shark teeth style necklaces, silver bangles and rings, fake skulls, and leather belts. There were pentagram designs, and various goth bands screen printed onto T-shirts, plus all sorts of other trinkets to adorn the best dressed goth, male or female.<\/p>\n<p>Surprisingly, one fresh cardboard box of 7\u201d records was on the table. Grid had made a beeline to the box, automatically knowing that the box contained records, due to his decades of collecting records, and knowing the box style. Grid was slightly annoyed when opening the box and pulling out a handful of records, to find out the contents of the box were the same record; The Suburban Studs; \u2018No Faith \/ Questions\u2019. Without counting Grid guessed there was probably twenty or maybe twenty-five copies in that box.<\/p>\n<p>When Grid opened the record box originally, he was hoping for a mixture of punk, reggae, mod or glam 7\u201d singles being in the box. Never mind. These Suburban Studs 7\u201d singles were in immaculate condition, better than mint, if there is such a condition as \u2018better than mint\u2019. \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The old goth said nothing when Grid handed over the pound coin, the price that was written on a piece of cardboard next to the record box, but he did wave his hands in front of Grid\u2019s face rhythmically in some kind of weird, peculiar fashion for an uncomfortable amount of time.<\/p>\n<p>The blokes a bit of a nutter but happy days all the same, got me a bargain. A quid for this 7\u201d record, worth a score on Discogs I reckon, thought Grid.<\/p>\n<p>As Grid was walking away, the old goth muttered something, but Grid did not hear clearly, and he assumed the old goth was either talking to himself or perhaps summoning up a demon or something.<\/p>\n<p>As soon as Grid had got home, he pinned the badge onto his tan coloured Harrington jacket. He placed the horror paperbacks on top of the fragile bookcase creaking under the weight of the dozens of other seventies horror paperbacks, skinhead pulp books, Monster Fun, Shoot, 2000AD and many other children\u2019s hardback annuals from the seventies and early eighties.<\/p>\n<p>All those books mingled with dozens of books on decent punk bands like the Clash, Stiff Little Fingers, and the Jam, and many others, and there were many books on the mod culture, skinhead culture, and reggae culture. Oh, and a load of poetry books to boot. \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Placing the Suburban Studs 7\u201d onto the red Dansette mono record player, Grid got reacquainted with the record that he had bought sometime in 1979. He had probably not placed that original copy of the 7\u201d onto a record player for at least the last twenty years.<\/p>\n<p>The A-side; \u2018No Faith\u2019 first, a sort of fast paced punky R&amp;B riff intro soon combined with the \u201977 trademark \u2018snotty\u2019 vocals, while the drummer kept a pretty good beat. The song lasted for two minutes dead. Great stuff.<\/p>\n<p>The Suburban Studs originally from Birmingham, were one of the punk bands from 1976 that fell through the cracks after an initial energetic burst supporting the big punk bands Sex Pistols and the Clash the same year the band was formed. The band fell off a lot of young punks&#8217; radars over the following years. Suburban Studs were certainly not the best punk band of the time, in fact nowhere near, but certainly they were not the worst. \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The record was flipped and the B-side; \u2018Questions\u2019, started, and then some memories started to become clearer in Grid\u2019s mind.<\/p>\n<p>I remember Sara! Grid now realised. She had written her phone number on his original Suburban Studs 7\u201d at a gig hosted at the Moonlight Club in Hampstead. Not a gig by the Suburban Studs, but a gig by the Ruts. Grid went on to remember snippets of a long weekend with Sara around his mate Tom\u2019s flat in Hoxton. A horrible area to visit and no doubt an even worse area to live back in the latter seventies, especially for immigrants.<\/p>\n<p>Grid remembered having to run from the \u2018master race\u2019 on several occasions when he was walking alone during his semi regular stays around Tom\u2019s flat. The National Front had a base there, so there was always tension from street to street. You couldn\u2019t sit on the fence with the National Front. You had to be \u2018for\u2019 or \u2018against\u2019. They were the only choices. Grid and Tom were definitely against.<\/p>\n<p>Grid remembered that Sara being there at Tom\u2019s flat in Hoxton certainly lowered the Hoxton tension, at least for a few days. Then again, Sara and Grid never left the flat during their short stay, and there was no tension in that room that they had shared, that\u2019s for sure.<\/p>\n<p>Tom had made himself scarce for the duration.<\/p>\n<p>Checking on his computer Grid got a date for the gig and got a \u2018hit\u2019. The Ruts had played the Moonlight Club sometime in November 1979. That is when he had bought the Suburban Studs record. He now remembered that he had gone to Rough Trade in Ladbrook Grove prior to going to see the Ruts in Hampstead. Grid thought that he had bought the record a few months earlier than that, but no, it was in November 1979 definitely.<\/p>\n<p>Ahhhhh you little 7\u201d beauty, thank you for all the memories! Grid daydreamed for a few seconds with some fondness. Whatever happened to Sara though? Grid thought that her second name was \u2018Hunt\u2019, or at least some other name beginning in \u2018H\u2019, but it was so long ago now. Those few days were great though. He remembered the rude bits, without really remembering her name.<\/p>\n<p>As the B-side of the record came to a halt, at three minutes dead, he placed the record back in its pristine sleeve and placed it on top of a table while he fumbled for a long player, an album from his collection, to save him getting up and down every few minutes.<\/p>\n<p>Grid chose an album, and on goes \u2018African Dub All Mighty Chapter 3\u2019, Grids favourite of the four Joe Gibbs and the Professionals \u2018African Dub All Mighty\u2019 series.<\/p>\n<p>Setting the Dansette to 33 rpm and letting the heavy tone arm drop, the stylus carved through the silent grooves at the beginning of the album, and with a shock out of the mono front speaker, a sort of fast paced punky R&amp;B riff\u2026<\/p>\n<p>What. The. Hell. \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u2018No Faith\u2019 by the Suburban Studs had started. Confused, Grid then lifted the tone arm and gave his head a wobble, placed the tone arm down again, and \u2018No Faith\u2019 started again. Grid skipped some songs on the album and placed the tone arm randomly onto the album on any song and \u2018No Faith\u2019 started again.<\/p>\n<p>Grid thought he might be having some sort of manic episode, or a stroke or something, so he gave up and decided on a beer down the \u2018M\u2019 Bar. Get some air.<\/p>\n<p>Getting to the \u2018M\u2019 Bar (pretty much Grid\u2019s watering hole of choice) on entering he said hello to the owner Maggie, hence the \u2018M\u2019. Maggie ignored him and just scowled over some headlines in one of the local newspapers.<\/p>\n<p>Ordering a lager-top (Grid\u2019s drink of choice) from yet another new face behind the bar, he settled onto one of the high wooden stalls against the small bar and minded his own business.<\/p>\n<p>There were not many people in the bar that Sunday afternoon, in fact there was never many people in the bar at any time, or on any day of the week. Maggie had either barred some of the locals, or she had scared some of them off with her angry outbursts. Ditto some of the bar staff.<\/p>\n<p>They came to work and sometimes left a week or two later. Grid wondered how long new face would be behind the bar.<\/p>\n<p>Maggie was a bit of a nutter and did not take to fools, especially drunk fools, kindly. Being quite small and slim she could still push far bigger folk out of the door of the bar and onto the pavement with ease, some sort of super Irish strength Grid had always assumed.<\/p>\n<p>A few minutes into enjoying his lager-top, Maggie called out to remind him that he was expected to bring some records to the bar on Friday evening to be the DJ for the night. Grid did this DJ slot often. Once a month at least. The Friday evenings were relatively slow up to about 11 pm, and then people flocked in when the other pubs in the area had closed. Normally on a Friday, after 11 pm there could be fifty people in the small dancefloor area at the rear of the bar, perhaps sixty on a good night.<\/p>\n<p>Maggie always decided when she would close the bar, maybe 3 am, sometimes earlier, sometimes later.<\/p>\n<p>The good thing about the \u2018M\u2019 Bar apart from the sound system being quite loud and reasonably clear, was also that there was an actual DJ booth, with a closing door and everything. Pretty professional in a totally worn down \u2018M\u2019 Bar kind of way. Grid always felt good in that booth. The King of the DJs! Far better than slumming it at the annual ska \/ skinhead festival at the Sir George Robey in Finsbury Park during the latter-eighties and early-nineties, where he, the DJ for Christs sake, would just be set up on the floor with dozens of hairless headed plebs staring at the labels of the rare rocksteady and ska records rotating on the twin decks.<\/p>\n<p>Punk bands, or any other bands did not have to set up on floor!<\/p>\n<p>The indignity of it all. Grid sighed inwardly.<\/p>\n<p>The Swan pub in Tottenham, had a larger dance area (a small hall \u2013 not just an area attached to the bar like the \u2018M\u2019 Bar).<\/p>\n<p>Grid had had a short residency at the Swan in the mid-nineties, playing his ska and rocksteady records to predominantly West Indian pub goers. That hall at the Swan pub also had a DJ booth with a closing door. King of the DJs indeed. Get in.<\/p>\n<p>Grid preferred the height of the booth and a closed door when he was \u2018working\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>Grid told Maggie that he had not forgotten, and he will be ready for Friday; No problem.<\/p>\n<p>The Monday and the rest of the week were quiet in general, and Grid did not put any records on the Dansette.<\/p>\n<p>On Friday he needed to sort out some 7\u201d and 12\u201d singles for the \u2018M\u2019 Bar later that evening. The \u2018M\u2019 Bar DJ slots was \u2018anything goes\u2019, so Grid could literally bring any records along, whether it be The Pioneers, the Flys, Ian Dury, Burning Spear, Wire, Donna Summer, X Ray Spex or Matumbi. Even Dennis Waterman\u2019s \u2018I Could Be So Good For You\u2019, the theme from the television series \u2018Minder\u2019 got a spin in the \u2018M\u2019 Bar, now and again.<\/p>\n<p>The \u2019M\u2019 Bar DJ slots were just a bit of fun, and Grid would put the hours in for the payment of a few free drinks and a few notes at the end of the night.<\/p>\n<p>Most of Grid\u2019s DJ slots, however, were taken seriously. Grid was a serious DJ with some seriously rare records, especially ska, rocksteady and reggae. He especially took reggae DJ slots seriously, placing cut after cut of the same rhythm, a vocal, a DJ cut, a dub, or any other versions of that rhythm. Grid also filed any records that he was to place on the turntables in producer order. Lee Perry section, Joe Gibbs section, Lesley Kong section, Niney section and so forth. This way Grid could put records on the turntables that were exclusively on the Upsetter record label, or the Amalgamated record label, or the Beverley&#8217;s record label, or the Observer record label and so forth.<\/p>\n<p>This system helped to get continuity from record to record so the audience gets a fifteen minute or so blast of Lee Perry productions, or Joe Gibbs productions, and so forth.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0The \u2018M\u2019 Bar DJ slots were far easier, like a pub juke box but louder and of course \u2018live\u2019. Just chuck any record onto the turntables, if the people there were smiling that was the main thing. Grid no doubt had better records from his own collection on any night, than any jukebox anywhere in the world, except a juke box in Jamaica maybe!<\/p>\n<p>Grid sorted out the records and placed them into his DJ record box.<\/p>\n<p>Grid was always a tidy dresser, with some pukka clothing, much of it bought from old Jewish tailers in the east end, Time to get cleaned up. A wash, a shave, a splash of Brut. Then, for tonight, Grid decided to put on a clean freshly washed white Fred Perry polo shirt and a burgundy Fred Perry V neck jumper. A black 100% wool Trilby hat to finish. The top half dealt with, the bottom half consisted for this evening, grey sta-press trousers with super sharp creases, a pair of garish coloured socks, complementing the brightly polished black Grenson Stanley brogues.<\/p>\n<p>Lovely jubbly.<\/p>\n<p>To keep any chills at bay, one of his Baracuta Harrington G9 jackets would be needed. Which one? Green? Burgandy? Dusty blue? Tan?<\/p>\n<p>He thought for a minute and weirdly remembered that he had not owned a black Harrington jacket since 1979, and that black Harrington jacket was his very first Harrington jacket bought. Maybe he should get a black Harrington jacket for old times&#8217; sake?<\/p>\n<p>Grid chose the tan Harrington jacket, mainly because the PUNKY REGGAE PARTY badge he had bought five days ago had been pinned onto the collar.<\/p>\n<p>Chugging down a cup of tea, no sugar, he walked out of the door and walked the ten minutes to the \u2018M\u2019 Bar.<\/p>\n<p>Setting up and testing the levels of the sound system, Grid decided to play the Last Words 7\u201d single A side; \u2018Animal World\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>Grid again, with a shock, heard \u2018No Faith\u2019 by the Suburban Studs. Looking at the record label rotating on the turntable he could see that the record being played was on the Rough Trade record label, not the Pogo record label that the Suburban Studs 7\u201d single was released on, so he knew that the wrong record did not end up in the wrong picture sleeve. This is madness, I have had the Last Words 7\u201d single for around as long as I have had the Suburban Studs 7\u201d single, so it is not a mis-pressed record either, he thought.<\/p>\n<p>Grid took off the record off the turntable early and again gave his head a wobble. No worries and no disappointments on the dancefloor, there were only four locals in the bar area slumped over their drinks, and all those four looked as though they had been slumped there all day.<\/p>\n<p>Deciding on a 12\u201d record, and just to test the bass, Grid placed on Culture\u2019s \u2018Send Some Rain\u2019, the Jamaican pressing on the Errol T record label, and one of the series of Errol T 12\u201d record releases, the series with the well dodgy Joe Gibbs company die cut \u2018Disco\u2019 sleeves. This record lasts for over seven minutes, that would be more than enough time to check the bass levels and to adjust if necessary.<\/p>\n<p>The record started to rotate; the tone arm was moved and dropped. The stylus carved through the silent grooves at the beginning of the 12\u201d and the wonderful sound of Culture was soon to fill up the room. No. It was \u2018No Faith\u2019 by the Suburban Studs.<\/p>\n<p>The new face behind the bar who had served Grid a few Lager-tops on the Sunday evening, five days previously, came to the DJ booth, she had nothing else to do.<\/p>\n<p>The four locals at the bar were quiet enough.<\/p>\n<p>She asked what the record was that was playing.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cErrr, it\u2019s umm, it\u2019s the Suburban Studs\u201d Grid states in a confused manner. \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cReally? It\u2019s great. I like a bit of reggae\u201d she replies with glee.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cErrr, what do you mean?\u201d asked Grid.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s a nice beat, I like it. I hear reggae from some of the West Indian dances that I can hear from my bedsit window in the summer sometimes\u201d she explained.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cArrr, okay then, umm, cheers\u201d said Grid in an ever more confusing manner.<\/p>\n<p>Two minutes dead, \u2018No Faith\u2019 finished and he took the Culture 12\u201d record off the turntable.<\/p>\n<p>Grid had already lined up another reggae 12\u201d record as new face seemed to like reggae music, and she was the only person listening.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOi, why did you turn the reggae record off after a couple of minutes\u201d asked new face \u201cI was listening to that\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe song finished; it is only two minutes long\u201d Grid advised rather pompously.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHuh?\u201d new face muttered.<\/p>\n<p>A chance to put on a record that new face might know, so Junior Murvin\u2019s \u2018Police and Thieves\u2019 12\u201d had been chosen, clocking in at over seven minutes again.<\/p>\n<p>Grid is shocked, and not for the first time in the last few days, or even in the last few minutes. The song that Grid heard was; \u2018No Faith\u2019 by the Suburban Studs.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOhh I like this one\u201d states new face \u201cI heard it a few months ago when a neighbour, a friend from college, was playing a reggae CD while I was around there. It\u2019s brilliant\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Two minutes later, Grid lifts the tone arm, as \u2018No Faith\u2019 had finished.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d says new face getting annoyed. \u201cWhy are you just playing a little bit of the record?\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe song finished; it is only two minutes long\u201d Grid advised, again rather pompously.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh bollocks. I got to serve at the bar\u201d says new face. \u201cSome crusties just walked in\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Grid did not like anarcho-punk per se, the followers of such a scene, the crusties, he thought could all do with a thorough wash and a good meal. Pie and mash with lashings of liquor he imagined. But they all eat grass, don\u2019t they? He smiled inwardly.<\/p>\n<p>Grid liked some of the anarcho-punk bands though, the dogma and the followers not so much. Poison Girls was one band that stood out, the Mob, Zounds and Rudimentary Peni, and a few others.<\/p>\n<p>The crusties had been served, and were wandering towards the small dancefloor,<\/p>\n<p>Grid grabbed a Rudimentary Peni 7\u201d, the very first EP and placed the tone arm onto the last song on the B-side \u2018Play\u2019, Grid\u2019s favourite off that EP.<\/p>\n<p>The song that Grid heard was; \u2018No Faith\u2019 by the Suburban Studs.<\/p>\n<p>The crusties were happy enough jumping around to the one minute ten seconds of Rudimentary Peni. When the Rudimentary Peni song finished, there was what radio stations call \u2018dead air\u2019, and the \u2018dead air\u2019 lasted for almost a minute, fifty seconds to be precise. Grid was lost in a trance mouthing the words to \u2018No Faith\u2019, after all, he had heard it a few times during the early evening.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPut something on, put another Peni record on\u201d shouted one of the crusties.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe song hasn\u2019t finished yet; it is two minutes long\u201d Grid replied.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou twat\u201d shouted another crustie.<\/p>\n<p>More people had started to come into the \u2018M\u2019 Bar, and Maggie had turned up from somewhere, and was generally being rude to any customer that she thought she could be rude to.<\/p>\n<p>Throughout the night and the early morning, while Grid was playing parts of records and lifting the tone arm after two minutes dead or allowing \u2018dead air\u2019 for however many seconds, the punters were getting restless. So was Maggie, and that was far more worrying.<\/p>\n<p>There was an old goth, who was short and plump, standing right in the corner, where it was darkest. Grid thought he had seen this goth before, but couldn\u2019t place him at that time, he seemed happy enough to be in the dark corner, bat-like. The old goth was staring at Grid throughout, without talking and without drinking.<\/p>\n<p>After having to listen to \u2018No Faith\u2019 dozens of times throughout the hours during that DJ slot at the \u2018M\u2019 Bar, Grid was wobbling mentally, he must be quite ill he thought, having some kind of a breakdown. The numerous lager-tops that new face brought round to the DJ booth every now and again didn\u2019t help either.<\/p>\n<p>When the \u2018M\u2019 bar was closing, Grid grabbed his records, and expecting some money as was usual, namely a small percentage of drink sales on the night, he approached Maggie.<\/p>\n<p>He soon wished that he had not approached Maggie! She properly tore into him about all the complaints she had to listen to from pretty much all the punters throughout the duration of the DJ session. Maggie refused to pay him, and not only that, she also barred him from the \u2018M\u2019 Bar, like she had done with so many other locals.<\/p>\n<p><em>Fuck her<\/em>, Grid thought.<\/p>\n<p>Grid wandered out of the \u2018M\u2019 Bar and into the early morning quiet deserted streets.<\/p>\n<p>When he got to his home, he chucked the record box across the room in anger, accidently knocking his bookshelf over. All the books fell onto the floor.<\/p>\n<p><em>Fuck her<\/em>, and <em>fuck it<\/em>, he screamed inwardly.<\/p>\n<p>Saturday was a quiet day, mainly sorting out his bookcase that had collapsed, and getting a welcoming pie and mash with lashings of liquor down the local cafe.<\/p>\n<p>On Sunday, Grid went, as usual to the car boot sale. All the usual stalls were there.<\/p>\n<p>Grid asked some of the regular stallholders where was the old goth\u2019s stall that was there on the Sunday before had gone. The stallholders looked confused and said that they didn\u2019t know. \u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Grid walked towards home (without buying anything, for a change), dejected and confused. On the way home he entered the best bagel shop in north-east London, his local bagel shop. While waiting for his order some music came on the radio. Grid heard \u2018No Faith\u2019 by the Suburban Studs, although it was probably some Jewish folk music or similar.<\/p>\n<p>Throughout the next couple of weeks, Grid\u2019s mental state spiralled downwards. He wanted to play his records, and he had tried, but to the same outcome over and over and over again. Music was pretty much his whole life. He had a whole lifetime of being involved in some way or another in music and the music scene, whether DJ\u2019ing or whether being in a couple of well-known bands when he was younger, and as for the thousands of gigs he had been to from a young age. It was incalculable. He had invested heavily in music and the music scene.<\/p>\n<p>He decided to listen to an old cassette tape with some studio recordings on from his old band from 1982. Maybe a cassette tape would break the spell that vinyl couldn\u2019t. He yearned to hear his voice again, set against a dub reggae punky beat. Pressing the play button Grid heard \u2018No Faith\u2019 and then heard it again when the next song on the cassette tape started, and then heard it again, until the cassette tape finished and automatically clicked off in the cassette recorder.<\/p>\n<p>Throughout the following few weeks, Grid had lost interest in any music, he knew what he was going to hear, so what was the point. Throughout those weeks he stayed indoors more and more. He did not wash or groom himself properly. Unheard of just a few weeks previously. Grid always looked smart and sussed, now he just looked lost and sad.<\/p>\n<p>Grid\u2019s neighbours would check on him from time to time, especially Grid\u2019s actual <em>next-door<\/em> neighbour, a young lady who was creative in art and music, and a genuine good friend of Grid.<\/p>\n<p>After a while Grid had stopped talking altogether, even to his next-door neighbour, just swaying in a chair.<\/p>\n<p>One afternoon, an old goth, who was short and plump, knocked at the door of Grid\u2019s home. Grid\u2019s next-door neighbour happened to be in Grid\u2019s home caring for him. Grid was still not talking.<\/p>\n<p>The old goth asked if he could speak to Grid alone, as they were very old friends, and he was worried. Grid\u2019s neighbour thought whether this would be okay, but seeing no immediate risk, and considering the old goth could have been one of Grid\u2019s very old friends, she politely made her way out of the door and into her own home hoping that Grid\u2019s goth friend could drag some words out of him at last.<\/p>\n<p>The next day, when Grid\u2019s neighbour was at her studio working on a music project, the old goth turned up again at Grid\u2019s home. This time with a Luton van and a younger man.<\/p>\n<p>When Grid\u2019s neighbour came home and opened up Grid\u2019s door with her set of keys that she had had cut several weeks ago, she found Grid on his chair in a pair of \u2018distressed\u2019 blue jeans, a grubby plain white T-shirt, a leather biker jacket and a pair of canvas sneakers, holding on to a 7\u201d single by the Suburban Studs in one hand, and holding a twenty-pound note in the other hand.<\/p>\n<p>The red Dansette was still there, a bed and a couple of chairs. Everything else had gone. The books, the records, all the pukka clothing and the polished shoes. Everything that Grid had accumulated over a lifetime. Even the Brut bottle was gone.<\/p>\n<p>Grid stayed hypnotised for many months, and perhaps he would remain so for the duration of his life.<\/p>\n<p>He wore only clothing that the Suburban Studs, the Saints, or the Ramones, or any number of bands, would have felt comfortable wearing back in the latter seventies, \u2018distressed\u2019 blue jeans, a grubby plain white T-shirt, a leather biker jacket and a pair of canvas sneakers,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The old goth had hypnotised Grid so all the music he ever heard from that day at the car boot sale onwards, was \u2018No Faith\u2019 by the Suburban Studs, the 7\u201d record that the old goth was punting. The lifetime love of music now lost, quickly drove Grid into some form of insanity and depression, and he was then susceptible to abuse.<\/p>\n<p>The old goth knew this would be the case after waiting a few weeks. He not only took most of Grid\u2019s possessions, but he also took Grid\u2019s dignity, of being at one time, only a few short weeks ago, one of the smartest dressed and sussed people in the area. Grid was now going around in \u2018distressed\u2019 blue jeans, a grubby plain white T-shirt, a leather biker jacket and a pair of canvas sneakers.<\/p>\n<p>Grid had got the twenty-pound note for payment for all his possessions stuffed into his hand by the old goth.<\/p>\n<p>Grid did manage to place the Suburban Studs 7\u201d single on the Dansette quite often, it was the only record he owned, and it was the only music he could hear.<\/p>\n<p>The old goth was never seen again, nor the younger man, nor were Grid\u2019s possessions.<\/p>\n<p>In his lonelier moments Grid wondered if he even ever owned anything to start with. Did he ever own any rare books, rare records, pukka clothes and polished shoes?<\/p>\n<p>He couldn\u2019t remember anymore.<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">THE END<\/span><\/h1>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">OTHER POETRY AND FICTIONAL BOOKS WRITTEN BY TIM WELLS\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0014.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-11813\" src=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0014-833x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"983\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0014-833x1024.jpg 833w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0014-244x300.jpg 244w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0014-768x944.jpg 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height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0017-661x1024.jpg 661w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0017-194x300.jpg 194w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0017-768x1190.jpg 768w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0017-991x1536.jpg 991w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0017-1322x2048.jpg 1322w, https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/scan0017.jpg 1512w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 661px) 100vw, 661px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">BUY MOONSTOMP FROM <span style=\"color: #800000;\"><a style=\"color: #800000;\" href=\"https:\/\/unbound.com\/products\/moonstomp\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong>HERE\u00a0<\/strong><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a 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style=\"text-align: center;\">BUY SHINE ON ME FROM <span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong><a style=\"color: #800000;\" href=\"https:\/\/unbound.com\/products\/shine-on-me\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">HERE<\/a><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>This last book &#8216;Shine on Me&#8217; set in 1980 has a chapter that describes in detail someone called &#8216;Penguin&#8217; being found dead down an alleyway after being at a Madness concert the night before. <\/strong><\/span><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>I had been slaughtered by Joe, the skinhead werewolf!<\/strong><\/span>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>LASTLY<\/strong> &#8211; <em>A story from Tim Wells himself that was originally featured in the Creases Like Knives blog in 2018.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u201cSurely the most original ghost story of the decade.\u201d \u2013 Ian Duhig.<\/p>\n<p><a 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\/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong>DR SATAN ECHO CHAMBER<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The bar is known for cheap drinks, late drinking, and good music. I have a problem with neither. It\u2019s close to me, which is good for staggering home and I have plenty of mates who drink there. You get all sorts of music, punk bands playing live, gay nights \u2013 though the gays call them \u2018straight friendly\u2019 nights, swing dancing, a decent disco DJ, and I do the odd night of punk and reggae in a two sevens clash. I bring the likes of Steel Pulse, the Ruts, Culture, the Slits, LKJ, X-Ray Spex, Jah Stitch, Jilted John and a whole stack of 7s and 12s in a 1975 \u2013 80 window. Grange Hill school disco as it\u2019s sometimes referred to. Sometimes the night is quiet, others it\u2019s ram up. The worst that can happen is that my records are being played loud and I\u2019m getting paid.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a good mix of people at this particular bar: the short, shouty, Tipperary landlady, regulars from the manor, and the place packs up with the &#8216;kewl kids&#8217; around midnight as all the other local pubs turn out. A fair share of hipsters tumble through the door then, but the hipsters still have a sense of fear and that makes them bearable. The bar is on the fringes of east London, that swathe where kebab shops illuminate the night and beigel shops the day. Drama is round the clock.<\/p>\n<p>This night I wasn\u2019t DJing but there was a reggae night on. Toby Motes had been to a few dances there and had seen a good after midnight crowd. He\u2019d decided to get a slice of that love for himself and so promoted himself DJing. Toby was one of the new generations of interweb skinheads. He had the records, the clothes, the talk and yet it was all slightly wrong. What older skinheads and suedeheads of my generation would call a \u2018top button done up skinhead\u2019. Top shirt button done up was something we\u2019d never do but the interweb was awash with American, European, even Indonesian \u2018skinheads\u2019 with tight collars. For us \u2018the look\u2019 hadn\u2019t been a rule book, it was a loose envelope that you pushed, whether that be with your trouser hems done guards cut or stepped, the button catch on your sleeve cuff sewn at a curve, or the ticket pocket war. We\u2019d learned our style by seeing skinheads and suedeheads in the streets, in dances, and on the football terraces. For the likes of Motes it\u2019s learnt from books, whose accuracy is always wide of the mark, and the interweb which is even more perilous. Apparently American punk rock bands have something to say about style.<\/p>\n<p>Motes was about the labels rather than the clothes; he had the moneyed background for all the man-made fibres he could want. He had some good music but focused more on what year a record was from rather than if it was any good. He was one of those chumps who went on about \u2018the spirit of \u201869\u2019 without knowing what it actually was. People gave him the time of day because he was notorious for paying over the odds for pony records. There are plenty of bad records on the Trojan and Pama labels and Motes would pay good money for \u2018em if someone my age waxed lyrical and reminded him \u201cYeah mate, it\u2019s on Crab\u2026 1969. Boss!\u201d He\u2019d soon be reaching for his money and buying you a pint. I\u2019d paid for killer by selling him filler.<\/p>\n<p>Knowing he\u2019d not have the pull on his own, and also that DJs need to have a slash, he\u2019d pulled in another DJ \u2013 Screwface. Screwface did have serious vinyl. \u201cThe Devil has all the best choons,\u201d he\u2019d often chuckle when a particular record he\u2019d dropped got some attention. Being a better DJ, he stepped right over fashion and played solid sets. He also pulled decent dubplates. These are exclusive slabs of vinyl cut for particular sound systems and DJs. He was always an interesting bloke on the decks, if a little out there. He wore shades all the time. Even when bars, like this one, were a bit murky he\u2019d be sporting his bins. He was wire thin and always smartly dressed; old Jamaican guy into Jazz going to a funeral smartly dressed.<\/p>\n<p>Motes was playing and myself and a small crew were chatting at the bar. There were a few of us older types who\u2019d been following reggae since our school days: Tim P, Mistah Brown, Mickey &#8216;Penguin&#8217;, Steve Piper as well as some younger skinhead types up by the DJ booth in the middle of the bar. The place is narrow. The bar runs down the right-hand side from the door in, up to the toilets. The disabled toilet sees all the action. The DJ booth is also on the right, just after the toilets, then the dancefloor with the speakers looming over it and throwing the music back down to the bar.<\/p>\n<p>Just finishing an early set Motes stepped out of the booth and Screwface took over, straight away dropping Lone Ranger\u2019s \u2018Love Bump\u2019. That\u2019s the sort of record that the interweb skinheads would ignore but which every one of us older people started moving to immediately. Motes passed us on the way to the bar and gave us perfunctory smiles and hellos. We carried on supping our pints and rolling our shoulders to show that this was what we wanted to hear. The drinkers in for a beer and dance got moving too. That\u2019s what a decent record will do.<\/p>\n<p>Screwface was dropping one hell of a set. There was some awesome dub, which with the volume of the speakers was intense. Dub gives you space to move around the instruments, especially when it\u2019s loud. The effects added by the producer tend to be things like cars starting, babies crying, water running\u2026 all everyday things but in a dub record twisted to a new reality. I never got the otherworldliness of a lot of other music, but dub showed me that I could see the familiar in a completely different way.<\/p>\n<p>The later drinkers were starting to pile in, and the dancefloor was filling, foot was being dropped. Even the 3 hirsute 20 somethings who had discovered Slade and the Vibrators were in, badly hand painted leather jackets and all. They\u2019re a bit of a joke because most of the older people who sit down and drink have seen all the bands they\u2019re newly discovering and think no-one knows about. But then, they don\u2019t speak to us, we don\u2019t speak to them and everybody\u2019s happy.<\/p>\n<p>Motes was working the room; he didn\u2019t linger too long at the bar but gave us a nod as he took his drink up towards the decks. He was stopping and chatting to every girl who held his gaze on the way. It took him a good 15 minutes to make the 12 yards back to the booth. Not wanting the filling dancefloor to miss the fact that he was DJing he leaned over the door to the booth and said that he\u2019d take over after the next track. Screwface nodded, an older head he wasn\u2019t bothered so long as he was getting paid.<\/p>\n<p>The young skinheads were doing that weird jerky dance that no-one but them has ever done. A couple of lads in tight Cock Sparrer t-shirts and tighter jeans were making every effort to impress Jenny Cumming, I make mention of the name because it\u2019s too good not to. The tightness and t-shirts only served to emphasise how stringy their arms were. Most us older, and stouter, people were rocking and supping our beers. Records for me are like postcards from the past. I can remember where I was and who I was with when I hear a killer. I\u2019d first met Tim P when I beat him to a crisp copy of \u2018The Drifter\u2019 at Reggae Paul\u2019s stall in Camden Market way back when.<\/p>\n<p>Right up by the speakers the hipsters were going for it. The steady current of <em>\u2018lookatmeI\u2019mfabulous\u2019 \u2013 drugs &#8211; \u2018lookatmeI\u2019mfabulous\u2019 \u2013 drink &#8211; \u2018lookatmeI\u2019mfabulous\u2019 \u2013 what\u2019sthis?sounds good,whocares &#8211; \u2018lookatmeI\u2019mfabulous\u2019<\/em> was running through their privileged, addled brains. One of the tricks DJs do is to clock markers in a crowd. It might be someone you know is a good dancer, if they\u2019re moving all\u2019s going well. Could be an enthusiastic girl, if she keeps dancing you know you\u2019re doing good. Sometimes it\u2019s a grumpy wallflower; you get them to move and you\u2019ve cracked it. I once had a bloke turn up smoothed nicely for a swing night, only he\u2019d got the date wrong and it was me playing punk and reggae. He wore down slowly but by Alternative TV\u2019s \u2018Action Time Vision\u2019 he was throwing himself about the floor with abandon. Action, time, and vision.<\/p>\n<p>Condensation was starting to drip from the ceiling, and the dancefloor was hot. Yes, this was a good night. We were enjoying the music, watching Mistah Brown do his frenetic dancing, and making the most of the late bar and toilets and so one thing we didn\u2019t see was Toby Motes dip his hand into Screwface\u2019s record box, lift out a white sleeved 7, and slot it surreptitiously into his own. Had we, we\u2019d have clocked that it was \u2018Ten Commandments From the Devil\u2019 on the Torpedo label. This is a rare record from 1970 made all the pricier by the instrumental \u2018Skinheads Don\u2019t Fear\u2019 on the flip. Had we, we\u2019d \u2018ave been outraged. This was bang out of order. But we saw none of it.<\/p>\n<p>With sweat rolling down his face and the night settling in for the business end of affairs, Motes waved over to the other DJ. He needed a piss and Screwface should take the decks again for a while. He smiled, nodded, and climbed up the short step, through the door and into the booth. He let Motes\u2019 last: the Upsetters\u2019 \u2018For A Few Dollars More\u2019 on Camel run and slammed right in with I Roy\u2019s DJ version of the Ebony Sisters \u2018Let Me Tell You Boy\u2019 on Moodisc. The DJ cut really lifted the game and we were waving our hands over heads, shouting \u201cchoooon!\u201d and calling for a pull up. Screwface, grinned. Some of the hipsters looked up, non-plussed at a record being stopped after a few seconds play and the lively, vociferous reaction from us. All was set to rights when the needle hit the record for the second time and the fish and chips fried before the horns blew in. Motes\u2019 had to squeeze pass us to get to the toilet. He had to wait, awkwardly, for someone to come out but after a minute of two some dishevelled sort bounced out. Motes elbowed his way in and set about his doings.<\/p>\n<p>Screwface was really tearing the place up. He was dropping reggae cuts to songs the hipsters knew, Little Roy\u2019s cut of \u2018Come As You Are\u2019 had a few of them staring blankly in surprise once they\u2019d worked out what it was and that, yes, it was the Nirvana song. He wasn\u2019t sparing on the dub either: Tubby, the Mighty Two, Scratch\u2026 we were out there, and loving it. It was a kicking set, and he kept on playing. There was no sign of Motes. I\u2019m pretty sure he hadn\u2019t come out of the toilet as he\u2019d have had to ease his way around where we were. I couldn\u2019t see him at the bar either. Weirdly a couple opened the door of the disabled toilet and quickly dashed in. Well, not so weird because it was the kind of bar where love finds a way, but weird that the toilet was empty.<\/p>\n<p>Just then there was a silence. Screwface had let the last choon run out and as the room fell quiet and eyes turned to him thinking something wrong, he stood tall and lifted a crisp 12\u201d slice of vinyl above his head. We knew this\u2019d be something good. With aplomb he placed the record on the deck and put the needle to it, and boom! What a joy to hear James Eastwood\u2019s \u2018Darkest Night\u2019 a psychey guitar led cut from producer Herman Chin-Loy. What was exciting us was that effects had been added to it. At first there was knocking, as though someone was at a door. Then came faint, muffled cries of \u201cHelp, get me out of here!\u201d It sounded as though someone was trapped inside the speakers. We cracked up laughing. I don\u2019t know how he\u2019d done it, but this was the sort of cut that\u2019d be talked about for ages. I looked around to see what Motes made of it, this was clearly the record of the night but there was no sign of him. It was still playing and sounded as though someone was scratching from inside the speakers trying to get out; \u201cHelp me. Heeelp meee!\u201d came from them. I was cheering, I\u2019d had to put my pint down as I was swinging my hands above my head with the fun of it. I looked over to Tim P, he had a big grin on his face. He leant in and shouted into my ear: \u201cIt\u2019s funny, that voice sounds just like Toby Motes.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><strong>Tim Wells<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery aligncenter has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\"><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mickey Penguin &amp; Tim Wells &#8211; Finsbury Park\u00a0 Sometime last year I was in Camden for Tim Well&#8217;s book launch for his book; &#8216;Crown and Anchor&#8217;, which is\u00a0 available from Spinners publishing. The &#8216;Crown and Anchor&#8217; book contains a dozen short ghost stories, each story revolves around an everyday item or object. 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