Punk isn't dead, and won't be while TV Smith can draw breath and hold a plectrum. Going on tonight's performance, that will be a good 25 years yet. Smith, who was there as a proper punk in the 70s, has the energy of a gobby gobbing 20 year old, but the skills and cynicism of... Continue Reading →
Psycho-analysing the species – on the 20th Century & pre-tits-up 21st…
Hmmm, I am dubious about the value of trying to psycho-analyze societies. And when I say "we" and "the species" I am v. conscious of mostly meaning white middle-class male Westerners. But still, maybe this will provoke someone into sending me some very good reading suggestions. ATT (After the Thesis) I am going to read... Continue Reading →
“The responsibility of intellectuals” Or “After I get shot in the head”
Some guy, I forget who, said that it was the responsibility of intellectuals to expose lies and tell the truth. Meh, as far as it goes, sure. Which truths to who gets more interesting…. If I get shot in the head (and given my deteriorating relationship with Manchester City Council, this is not impossible), and... Continue Reading →