“Pulling the sheets up over my face. The only place I know I’ll feel safe.” I’m So Hollow are laying siege to a monstrous slab of rock entitled ‘I Don’t Know’. I…

Sign on at the dole office on West Street; peruse the cards at the job centre and the situations vacant column in ‘The Star’; post written applications for clerical positions at steel works, libraries, printers,…

The pub is called The Penguin; it is so far off our usual patch that we might as well be hanging out with the Emperors and Rockhoppers down at the South Pole. Lower Shiregreen might…

Sheena is not a punk-rocker. Sheena Gates is many things: unspoiled white rose of Yorkshire, straight A’s student, Dire Straits fan, proud wearer of the Purdey Bob, and my on / off girlfriend for much…

Monday 9th April. The Easter school holidays, and a teenage gathering for Stunt Kite co-founder [https://www.mylifeinthemoshofghosts.com/2015/04/18/the-stunt-kites-st-cuthberts-church-hall-fir-vale-sheffield-25th-november-1978/] , school pal and punk-rock charmer Steve Chapman’s eighteenth birthday. The evening…

“School’s out for summer. School’s out forever.” Sing it Alice. That’s it. Finished. Done. Seven years. Two and a half thousand days from pre-teen to young adult. From ‘The Beano’ to Eno,…