Please note the items you are about to read consist largely of scurrilous gossip, vicious back-stabbing and idle speculation. As Jon Stewart might say, its stories are not fact checked. Its informants are not journalists. And its opinions are not fully thought through.
April 10. Goddamnit! We're trying to stay off-line and Cock Sparrer go and release their first new song for donkey's years! 'One By One' is up on YouTube now as a taster for Sparrer's new album Forever which is available for pre-order now and should be shipped in any format by 25th April. They're also slotting in a mini-tour of the British Isles in late September, early October.
While we're here...we hear disturbing news of the Angelic Upstarts' gig at London's Underworld last Friday. Firstly our spy Slippery Ted says "there were more people watching the Nightly Show than there were in the audience". And secondly he reckons that at one stage a knackered Mensi had to sit down on stage. Wattsie Watts has flown to his defence claiming this only happened when there were problems with the guitar amp. But Ted insists Tom was "looking proper cream-crackered and out of condition".Regrettably Fat Col has used this info as a reason to include the elderly South Shields campaigner in his despicable and uncaring Dead By Christmas betting odds. Mensi is now second favourite behind Wattie and just ahead of dear old Max Splodge and Buster Bloodvessel. Charlie Harper and Garry Johnson are NOT contenders of course as they have both been officially declared immortal. We find the whole enterprise distasteful, but that said, Col any chance of a tenner on Gal conking out first? At 20-1 he's at better odds than One For Arthur and only slightly behind Des O'Connor. Okay, that's us done for a fortnight. See you after St George's Day, fate permitting.
April 3. Hey hey we're the Gonads, the nuttiest boys in town... with all the beer-swiggin', skirt-chasin' and hard-rockin' that entails. But even we need a holiday from ourselves sometimes. So this blog will now be shut for a couple of weeks for a full service, while we repair to Kunlun to work out with Lei Kung (the Thunderer). It's possible that if we focus our chi correctly we will finally manage to channel the Iron Fist and come back ready to strike down our mortal enemies (round-dodgers, Remoaners, Roland Duchatelet etc). If not we'll be back in a couple of weeks for Punk Rock Curry Club, as normal. Cheerio.
PS. Sadly our unexpected break means we are unable to announce, celebrate or review the imminent new album from one of the BIGGEST bands on the whole rootin' tootin' streetpunk scene... it's been a while since their last full-length platter but believe us you will NOT be disappointed, cock.
April 2nd. Bad news Street Sounds fans. Issue 17 has been delayed further for undisclosed reasons, although "cash flow problems" have been alluded to. We'll keep you updated.
April 1st. The Gonads have been booked to play Punk Rock Bowling, It Ain't Dead and the Coachella Music & Arts Festival. News of these exciting developments came this morning in a round-robin email from Fat Col confirming our availability, giving us detailed set timings and requesting our rider requirements. Everyone was excited until we noticed the date...
John Lydon is in trouble with the usual suspects after a week where he defended Brexit, Nigel Farage and Donald Trump. Naturally he couldn't give a monkey's toss. John said of Trump: "The attitudes that are being pulled on him are stupid and wrong. He's got some serious money issues and business concerns that deeply fascinate all of us but to be smearing him as a racist, this isn't right, there's no evidence or proof to that and until there is, I'll stand up and say that I think that's wrong. In the past I have had that accusation thrown at me willy nilly and it's a damn hard one to have to listen to and endure – make sure it's right." He went on: "There's a terrible attitude in left-wing politics – they just feel they have the pomposity and right to just throw these accusations out without any evidence – well don't, because my world requires facts. For the next week and a half the rag-and-bone trade that we call the media is going to be calling me a racist, that's the tomfoolery of it all. That's going to be damn upsetting all over again to my grandkids, isn't it?" Earlier this week, Lydon described meeting Nigel Farage as "fantastic" and spoke positively of the Brexit vote. He told NPR: "I'm a natural-born anarchist. I've never in my life supported any government anywhere, and I never will... I really liked what Obama was promising and that's when I became an American citizen..." Of Trump, John said: "I think he's absolutely magnificent. He's a total cat amongst the pigeons. It's got everybody now involving themselves in a political way. And I've been struggling for years to get people to wake up and do that."
March 31. News arrives from Mount Olympus that genuine rock god Pete Way is about to release his long-awaited solo album and publish his autobiography. A bit early for April Fools, we thought; when UFO legend Pete started work on the project we had a Labour government. But turns out it's 100per cent kosher. Guns N Roses producer Mike Clink has signed off the album which apparently features guest appearances from Slash, Nikki Sixx and Kenny Aronoff, as well as the sterling rhythm guitar play of Nacho Jase. A reviewer with an advance copy from Warner Brothers tells us it is "above expectations". While the book is written by Paul Rees and is published by Little Brown. Is there anything in it about the Rejects, us or his ex girlfriend on the cover of The Oi of Sex, we ask breathlessly? "No holds are barred," whispers a source close to Pete's bed. Or was it holes? Exciting!
March 30. Here, caught on camera, is the shock moment that Fat Col's ill-judged naked selfie was posted on line by a malicious anarcho-bitch known only as Shoddy Clodagh. The "revenge porn" leak was met by undiplomatic hilarity from Miss Management and something akin to pity by a stunned Wattsie Watts. "Who are you going to satisfy with that little thing?" she asked. Unabashed, Fat Col replied "ME!"
March 29. Here's a good interview with John King on the Creases with Knives site Literary hooligan John may be a veggie, but we say he's okay…
March 28. Bad news chaps, the big 100 Club St George's Day show, scheduled for Saturday 22nd April has been cancelled. A tight-lipped Human Punk spokesman mysteriously blames "band withdrawal due to injury". However 1) their Friday night 100 Club show is still on with Booze & Glory, The Warriors, Knock Off and Angry Itch on the Friday (21/4), and 2) the Jolly Pranksters St George's Day weekender is most definitely go-go-go. See your Tyler for details.
Music noos: Aussie skate punks Fire Away have released their new five song Not Drowning ep. It's available for "pay-what-you-want" via the Brisbane band's Bandcamp page... Vancouver's Gnash Rambler release their self-titled debut album on Friday (not to be confused with the Nosh Rambler who still lives in Plumstead)...Dave Davies of the Kinks has claimed that he has had extra terrestrial experiences, telling Vulture: "I've had several experiences seeing UFOs. I saw them in north Devon in England — lights and zigzags in the skies." He went on "When I started to dig deeper into my experience, I understood I was also getting communications — psychic impressions — from aliens." In related news, doctors confirm that there was a whole lotta bad acid around in the 60s and the flashbacks can haunt you for decades.
John Lydon has told ITV News that he wants Britain to have a "truly brilliant" Brexit. John, 61, told Arts Editor Nina Nannar (Nana NuNu): "The working class have voted and I support them," he said. "Let it be a nice exit. A truly brilliant British exit." We quite agree. Well said John. Just watch out for the trolls.
March 27. More on the sad death of Mickey French. It seems that Mickey spent his final days in a care home in Torquay. He had been on dialysis and had lost a leg. We're told it was his decision to refuse further treatment and that he was "staunch Millwall" until the end. If we hear details of the funeral we will post them.
Random guff: Social Distortion are working on "around 20" new songs and are expected to start recording their latest album in September… the Selecter join the Dropkick Murphys/Rancid US tour from 11th August, the Denver date… Suicidal Tendencies tour France next month… Netflix are in talks about adapting Motley Crue's The Dirt into a movie – get in line, hairies, Curry On Up The Gonads must come first.
March 26. R.I.P. Mickey French, former owner of the Last Resort skinhead shop in Goulston Street, east London, and one-time manager of Roi and the boys. All we know at the moment is that Mickey passed away sometime last week in South Devon, where he was living. More news if we get it.
Reminder to our readers in Tel Aviv (Sid & Doris Spitzer): Tuesday's big Cockney Rejects gig is OFF because of visa problems but the Beast is in town as our ambassador and is licensed by Lord Waistrel to make deals on our behalf. Mazal tov!
It never pays to be tight, as Lee Wilson constantly proves, but this cautionary tale concerning Trev Howarth takes some beating (off). Years ago, Trev found the cheapest available printer for his old Have A Good Laugh fanzine, a self-professed skinhead in Scotland by the name of Gord Jack. But Gord didn't give clever Trevor a great price because he was sympathetic to the Oi scene. Although he pretended to be a skin, he was actually an OAP pervert with a thing for strapping young lads in boots and sta press strides. On one occasion, when Trev rang him up, the sexagenarian Scot started to sound breathless. "Are you okay?" Trev asked. "Aye, I'm just on my exercise bike," lied Gord as his right hand worked itself into a frenzy. It makes you realise why some of the HAGL printing looked so wonky. And smudged.
Out now on vinyl: Italian glam band Giuda's 7inch 'Bad Days Are Back' b/w 'Firefly' - available from Burning Heart Records… and 'Mass Grave' from Bonebreaker, our fave hardcore band from Tijuana, Mexico. That's on Safe Inside Records.
March 25. Gal today has launched a historic campaign on Kickstarter to raise dosh for the Benny Hill statue. It will be sculpted by Graham Ibbeson who did the blinding Eric Morecambe statue up in Morecambe. Here's where to go. The statue will be erected (careful) in Southampton and will cost £65K or just £10 from 6,500 of Benny's millions of fans around the world. Gal tells us: "We've got until St George's Day to pull it off." (Fnarr). You may recall Gal put on the world's maddest variety show a few years back to raise the £6K to make the fibreglass version of the statue. Everyone from the Rejects to Brian Conley via Neville Staple and Secret Affair took part.
March 24. Huge apologies from the band to Iron Maiden. Fat Col has embarrassed us all by sneaking into Gal's office at Nads HQ, stealing the contact details for Maiden's manager Rod Smallwallet and then emailing him with a shocking challenge. The idiot has said our Franken-Skin would take on Maiden's Eddie in a "fight to the death" to decide which band is top. Gulp. We asked Barry McGuigan for his analysis. The Clones Cyclone said "Well, Eddie is an 18ft high mechanical contraption of unimaginable strength, while Frank is just a fat bloke in a mask. He has as much chance of winning as Colin has of bedding Rachel Riley." But fat-head Gannon defended his challenge saying "Eddie started out as just a head spouting stage blood. He was nothing then and we'll do 'im now. Besides their Ed Force One is no match for our Oi Force One!" A grim-faced Martin Sporrell (aggressive Gooner) tells us "It's like he's never heard of PhotoShop."
March 23. Just one, the new vinyl ep from the 45 Adaptors – 'They Call It Justice' b/w 'Cheap' and 'You're Dying' (Pirates Press). A worthy successor to 'Patriots Not Fools'… Violent Reaction's album Marching On has been released on vinyl by Revelation Records…
March 21. John King claims to have pictorial evidence that Lee 'Daktari' Wilson partook of our fabled Free Cider Bar in Montpelier. "He likes his pint warm," John advises, adding: "And your free cider would have quenched his thirst and meant extra savings..." The great man envisages a Gonads Official Scrumpy House opening in beautiful downtown Charlton with its own Gentlemen's Pissoir on the premises where 'Warm Apple Juice Surprise' could be extracted and sold on tap. "Please, step up Mr Wilson. A free pint? Freshly poured..." John goes on to insist: "There must be a Gonads version of 'I Am A Cider Drinker'!" And then he sings, in a voice steeled by decades on the Stamford Bridge terraces: 'Lee Wilson's a cider drinker/He'll drink it all of the day/Not keen on the smell or taste/But happy he don't have to pay/Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay/Ooh arrh, ooh arrh ay…' Well it sounds like a classic to us! Cheers JK. Maybe we will record it, but bigger things must come first. (Exits blog-meister, cackling mysteriously).
The great Roy Ellis plays London on Good Friday backed by the Moonstompers as part as the London International Ska festival. The Symarip legend will grace the stage at Islington Assembly Hall on 14th April. And he wants ALLLLL you skinheads to put your boots on your feet…
Fat Col has posted his first Gonads video, and it's for 'Beano' under the guise of Rockin' Waistrel. Some of Colin's picture choices leave a little to be desired but, like Ed Miliband, at least he tried. Col, we can reveal, was schooled in the art of video production by a stern Wattsie Watts who arrived at his dismal Plumstead drum wearing a burqa with a fierce dog and two cans of Mace in her handbag ready to ward off any unwelcome amorous advances. Word is he's done 'Dogging In Dartford' too but we can't bear to look.
We've been asked to tell you that Lion's Law's first single, 'Watch 'Em Die' has been re-released as 7inch vinyl by Longshot Music. It comes with a digital download. As does Fat Col. If by 'digital download' you mean a trouser explosion worthy of Le Pétomane.
March 20. Gal's Rancid Sounds show starts on Second City Radio from 11am tomorrow night – you can listen online or via the app. And starting next month, watch out for his brand new Sounds of the Street show. The latest Rancid Sounds features the Godfathers, Booze & Glory, Neville Staple, Oxley's Midnight Runners, King Hammond and more with studio guest Nick Welsh. Best track? Beer Can by the Gonads – this is no time for false modesty people.
March 19. More big news. The Garry Bushell Experience (GBX) will record their debut single this June – there will be an unexpected new Gonads single this Summer too. And GBX will play a charity show in November. The gig, in Portsmouth, will raise money for a poor kid who needs to get to the USA for stem cell treatment to restore his eyesight. It's organised by the Hampshire Skinhead Association. (Gig details to follow).
March 18. The Phantom Major is certainly working his epaulets off on our behalf. He's even persuaded Lord Waistrel to lend us one of his jets – Oi Force One, pictured here with Gal and Clyde – for overseas gigs. Move over Maiden, we're coming!
STOP PRESS. R.I.P. Chuck Berry, "the Shakespeare of rock 'n' roll" according to Gal – the obituary is here.
March 18. Rancid and the Dropkick Murphys will headline the second It's Not Dead fest in August. The Buzzcocks, the Casualties and the Selecter are also on the show at the Glen Helen Amphitheatre San Bernardino, along with GBH, the Exploited, the Toasters, Slaughter & The Dogs and many more. Tickets go on sale at 9am Monday (West Coast time). Early bird tickets are just $30 a head – half what they'll be on the door on the day.
RECORD noos: The Slackers' out-of-print second album Redlight has been re-released by Pirates Press as a special 20th anniversary edition with 3 bonus tracks. Originally released by Hellcat in 1997, the classic US Ska LP has been re-mastered and comes with lyrics and an exclusive art-print insert. They're touring the States till June.
March 17. Happy St Paddy's Day. Here's some news: the Phantom Major has moved quickly to firm up various plans for this year. Today's announcement is a good'un: our split ep with Russian band Uchitel Truda will finally be released on vinyl on 29th April, so move over Ed Sheeran, we're coming! Called: We Will Never Be Divided, the cover art features Gal and Uchitel singer Pavel in a stirring Soviet-style pose. "They're like the Marx and Engels of Oi," sniffs Fat Col. "Sid Marx and Bertie Engels." More news tomorrow.
March 15. There's a very good review for our All The Loon Stompers album in Vive Le Rock, comparing the Gonads' rude reggae sound favourably with early Madness. Writer Shane Baldwin (once of Vice Squad) says we 'skank along nicely' and are 'strangely uplifting'. He dubs 'Charlton Tel's Stag Weekend' "a 2-Tone style tale of amorous woes" (so up yours, Street Sounds!). Shane also says 'Threes Up' "owes a debt to the Specials". We can't see that ourselves but in fairness he does give the comp the same fine rating as the new Neville Staple album gets. Very positive and perceptive. The Phantom Major will be delighted.
March 14. Here is the legend that is Laura the Explorer, far-left with Gal, after our show at The Secret Place.
March 13. Right team, click on these photos here for some pretty pix of our little trip to the South of France last Friday…
And here are the shocking stories we promised you. 1) The most disturbing confession (part one) – "Le Gentlemen's Pissoir". The Secret Place venue in Montpellier has a great club atmosphere but unfortunately it has no bathroom facilities for the bands. The only khazi in the gaff is a unisexual WC slap-bang in the middle of the bar area – causing problems for more elderly band members who had to negotiate two flights of stairs every time they needed a gypsy's kiss. It was while moaning about this predicament that we were informed of a special room in the backstage area known as "Le Gentlemen's Pissoir". The door opened to what appeared to be a darkened cupboard and with the aid of handy plastic beer glasses, vital relief could be enjoyed. All was going well with several musicians availing themselves of the facilities… until the fatal moment that Gal was caught "mid-act". It was only when the lights were turned on that we realised it wasn't a darkened cupboard at all but a fully functioning recording studio. The guy who ran it was not too pleased to spot the stains on his carpet where some of his, ahem, clients had not aimed too diligently. Clyde did volunteer to help him clear up but he replied "No, it is no problem, we are all brothers". Heads were duly hung in shame.
2) The most disturbing confession, part 2: Poor Wattsie cannot drink anything with wheat or hops in and was disappointed that there was no cider available. "They've got cider over in that room," said Mr X, indicating Le Gentlemen's Pissoir. "Good strong local stuff, French Golden Delicious. There are pint glasses of it lined up along the ledge, golden goblets waiting to be sampled." She got as far as the door before Gal broke ranks and warned her not to sample it just in time. Not everyone was so lucky…
3) The most inspirational fans: tall, beautiful blonde skin-bird Laura drove her and mates all the way from Rotterdam to see the show. That's an eleven hour run. And the lanky lovely, re-christened Laura the Explorer, knew every lyric to every song we sang! Now that is true dedication and it is matched only by the Gonads' loyal away firm, or Jai as she is known on her birth certificate, who travelled down from Manchester for the night telling us "The Gonads are my only social life, your gigs are always a great laugh." We love ya, Jai, but you've gotta get out more! Thanks muchly, and ta for the pictures.
4) The arm-wrestling: Lee Wilson challenged the lovely Laura to a public arm-wrestling contest. It was a mighty showdown and our money was on the duchess. But Lee won. How? Why? It turns out Wilson's wrists are as thick and powerful as a carthorse's cock. "It comes from years of keeping his wallet tightly clasped," whispered one observer.
5) The funniest: Clyde's naked dance. The morning after, Clyde got up for a shower, and stood towelling himself at his top floor window while admiring the view. Too late he noticed a spectator in the car park below; a shocked French woman who ignored his apologetic wave, got back in her car and sped off. Mercifully the gendarmerie did not arrive until several minutes after we'd left for Marseille.
6) The grossest: Gal had requested "local French food" on our rider. This came with a tub of a peculiar white substance. Butter perhaps? He sampled it with bread and discovered it was a pot of heart-stopping pork dripping. The white was pure lard with fatty pork beneath. Instantly addicted, he consumed the lot washed down with copious pints and then had the cheek to complain that he can't lose weight.
7) Communication breakdown: the award for best attempt to communicate in a foreign language goes to Phil McDermott who resorted to the time-honoured travellers' trick of speaking franglais loudly and slowly. "'Ow can I turn on ze air conditioning?" he asked a confused receptionist. 8) "Who's hardest?" Many pints into the night, we found ourselves being grilled by a young Spanish Oi fan as to which of the early names on the scene had been the hardest. The usual suspects were recalled with glee but for our money no member of the ICF could have stopped the Yeti. In her day, she was awesome. 9) "Borderline Paedo": we are advised by our legal team not to name the leading punk vocalist who, pictorial evidence suggests, has a thing for women who look little older than year ten. No doubt the song will make his identity clear.
10) The cock and balls story: So we set off to France on Friday with one medium-sized problem. We had no suitcases which meant the legendary stage cock had to travel in Gal's hand luggage…and once again it caused problems. Gal was hauled over by the airport security as soon as the handsome phallus was discovered. "What's this?" asked a burly gent. "A stage prop," Gal replied. "Well it worked for the Greeks…" the geezer replied, waving him through. On the way home on Saturday, Gal decided to take the cock out of his hand luggage and put it in a separate box to go through security. At Marseille, the x-ray machine was operated by an attractive young woman who took one look at the mighty weapon and looked straight at Gal who just shrugged as if to say "What can you do?". She collapsed in hysterics and waved him on, but when we looked back she had gathered a posse of other security women around her and they were all giggling at the image. And here's what made this odder – we didn't even play 'Infected'! Wattsie Watts refused to sing the song, claiming the cock is "inadequate" (typical woman). She refuses to work with it ever again unless it is "customised" with wheals and blisters to "really look infected…" So now the prop has to go back to the drawing board and re-designed. Said an ashen-faced Fat Col: "Wattsie is trying to sabotage the act, but she won't win. Wherever the Gonads play the stage cock will come on tour too. That is our promise to the world." Quite right and all!
Now we promised you big news, and here it is: Gonads legend Clyde Ward had such a good time at the weekend that the great man has re-joined the band permanently! Not only that but he has joined GBX as well! And we've already written brand new numbers including 'Carol Kirkwood's Puppies' – inspired by the BBC weather forecaster's love of animals, obvs. Fresh singles from both combos are now at the planning stage, and are said to follow Lord Waistrel's golden rules: "never be predictable, never conform and never follow". Waistrel is so chuffed about the development that he has assigned his drinking buddy, sorry, business adviser Ben Royce (AKA the Phantom Major) to "manage band matters during this vital transitional period".
In equally fascinating news it emerges that one of our earliest Charlton followers The Nosher is believed to possess a rare recording of our second single 'Ripper's Delight' b/w 'Whelks' which was released only on audio cassette in 1978 after the original line-up had split. The Nosher is still mates with Fat Col's ex-wife Jeanette and so he can't be the go-between, therefore The Phantom Major will handle those delicate negotiations too. It's all go, innit?
Random noos: the Cockney Rejects' Tel Aviv gig has been postponed due to "visa issues" (unfortunately too late for the Beast to cancel his booking)… The Oxley's Midnight Runners album is out now. Called Battle Volume 1, it includes all four of their singles plus 'American Made' from the Oi Ain't Dead sampler (all re-mastered).
March 11. We're back! Montpellier was blinding and full of unexpected twists and turns, including the horrifying story of "le gentlemen's pissoir", "Laura the explorer!", "Clyde Ward's naked dance", "Lee Wilson's big arm-wrestling showdown", "Gal's shock addiction", the unseen peril of the "French golden delicious", "borderline paedo", "Who's hardest?" and "Jai & the Gonads mighty barmy travelling army". Confused? So are we. But we promise we'll be back avec the full stories behind these incredible headlines on Monday. Or possibly Tuesday… along with pictures and a pukka news exclusive or too. In the meantime, thank you Montpellier and all of the chaps and chappesses who made last night so bloody special. Merci beaucoup notres amis, et vive la France.
March 8. Gal's new Rancid Sounds podcast is up and running here, with top tracks from The Godfathers, Booze & Glory, Neville Staple, Duffy's Cut, King Hammond, Oxley's Midnight Runners, Assault & Battery, Hard Evidence and of course us! Special guest is the immortal Nick Welsh, giving the world a taste of his brilliant new autobiography out this September.
We'll be back next week, assuming we survive beautiful, downtown Montpellier… See ya!
March 7. Another strong rehearsal last night. Our set for Friday is tighter than a nun's chuff after an intimate superglue spillage. BUT the most enjoyable part of the evening was the impromptu run-through of the rock-hard ditties 'ParanOi!' and 'Blacker Knight'. Lord Waistrel has moved swiftly to squash suggestions that they should be our next single release, but he ain't in the country forever…
Random tripe: Garry Johnson is busy writing the screenplay for his Serial Killer novel… the Dropkick Murphys will tour the US with Rancid from 27th July until 26th August… Missing, feared mad: Terence Hayes, PM. Has he fallen akip on the last train to John O'Groats this time?
March 6. Has the French air traffic controllers' strike been organised to keep us from Montpellier this Friday, or is it, as seems more likely, merely an attempt to keep Lee Wilson out of the country? Lee's round-dodging reputation has already reached the south of France where he is known as "Le miser de la bière" and "L'avare du punk rock". The strikers rightly assume that Lee won't drive himself there, but unfortunately for them, because of the generous backstage rider, he might well hitchhike.
Is Terence Hayes, PM, the Mystic Meg of Oi? On Saturday, Tel made the bold prediction that David Haye would knock out Bellew in the fourth. His other equally accurate premonitions include the Badoes to headline Rebellion, Millwall to beat Spurs on Sunday and "James will definitely ring you tonight, Gal, my life." There could well be a crack in the great man's crystal wossname.
March 5. Last year Lord Waistrel commissioned an internet research company (YouGob or some such) to survey people around the world about their favourite Gonads songs and the results are finally in. They divided our ditties into three eras (earaches, surely? – Ed) – the early years, the 90s and post-2000 and here are the Top 5 songs for each:
Early Years: 1) I Lost My Love (To A UK Sub) 2) Jobs Not Jails 3) The Joys Of Oi 4) SE7 Dole Day 5) Hitler Was An 'Omo
The 90s: 1) Gob 2) (What's The Story?) England's Glory 3)It's A Yeti 4) Beano 5) Oi Nutter.
Post 2000: 1) Oi Mate 2) Re-infected 3) Buy Me A Drink You Bastards 4) South London Aggro Girl (reggae version) 5) Sandra Bigg, Really Big (Greater Hits version).
Last night a furious Fat Col dismissed all this painstaking research as "a waste of Waistrel's effin' money". He went on: "Interesting though this might be, any list of the Gonads best songs that does not include Tucker's Ruckers, British Steel, Valhallaballoo, Infected and Conquest ain't worth the bog paper it was printed on. And where's The Drinking Song? Gertcha!"
March 4. Another surprising development on the Dogging In Dartford front – this week we were approached by a Dartford resident calling herself Delta Donna who said she'd support us in any court action brought against us by residents disgusted by our comic ditty. Unfortunately Donna, who describes herself as an "avid dogger and a dedicated international Bolshevik", chose to contact us via Fat Col who immediately blocked her on Facebook. When we asked why, Colin said that he found Donna's proclivities "sick, offensive and disgusting". He told us: "I don't mind what people do in bed or in car boots, son, but Bolshevism is completely beyond the pale. It's the god that failed, mate."
Good news! Gal is recording his latest Rancid Sounds podcast next week. He tells us he's hoping to record the show regularly every two months from now on. Fat Col will be setting up a PO Box so in future bands can send in their CDs instead of having to track Gal down at gigs or in the disreputable watering holes of Soho and South London.
March 3. We're happy to be taking part in a tribute album for André Schlesinger planned for release later this year. André, of Maninblack, wasn't just a great friend, he was also our first US member. We'll be recording our version of his song 'Revolution Now', which we first demoed about 13 years ago. André was inspired to form The Press, America's first Oi band, after hearing 'Tucker's Ruckers' on Carry On Oi. As well as being a vodka enthusiast and a fully paid-up curmudgeon, the side-burned synth-guitarist was one of the founding members of SHARP in the US, a private detective, the first New Yorker to join the Jolly Pranksters and a reverend in the Church of Satan. He is sorely missed.