“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,…

One year and one month to the day since our first encounter [https://www.mylifeinthemoshofghosts.com/2014/08/20/be-bop-deluxe-sheffield-city-hall-13th-february-1978/] , my teenage music hero Bill Nelson returns to Sheffield City Hall with a new band,…

“So, thanks to all at once and to each one, whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.” “Very good Roger, except it’s pronounced ‘Scoon’”. “But Sir, it says ‘Scone’ here, you could…

A drab, grey plastic mould chair, scuffed black metal legs akimbo, spins through the air above the ready-rubbed tobacco floor - an unhinged Apollo lunar lander in search of its own Sea Of Tranquillity. Its…

Firth Park Comprehensive School, the Brushes Building. It’s a July afternoon near the end of term, and lessons are over for the day. I’m in the music room, sitting behind a drum kit.…

Vinner throws the best parties. Like a junior Jay Gatsby, he holds court at his parents’ lofty Victorian house in Burngreave. We’re a largely well brought up, well behaved bunch. No-one takes drugs, but…