Date night. I know Ava Greene from the office next door. We chanced upon (nay, jumped upon) each during a drunken session at The Limit Club a few weeks ago. It was the kind of…

“Killing Joke? It’ll be like United away at Millwall, Adrian Street versus Giant Haystacks, Jesus at Golgotha, we’ll get crucified!” Following DVA’s decent away performance at Bauhaus’ coven in the caverns under…

“We were strangers For way too long.” “Where will it end? Where will it end?” “Here are the young men The weight on their shoulders.” And here is a young man for whom the lyrics…

A white, long sleeved jersey, with six uninterrupted emerald green hoops. My first replica football kit. No number to indicate the player or position (even aged eight, this is aesthetically important to me); instead there…

Gig poster courtesy of Simon Dell. “Reagan’s president elect Fascist god in motion… Brothers, sisters, we don’t need this fascist groove thang.” Sheffield friends Heaven 17 have just released ‘(We Don’t Need…

Sunday afternoon, a car crash, at the junction of Belgrave Road and Warwick Gardens. There are shouts, a crumpled thud as traffic island halts Ford, and a loud smack as I head-butt the windscreen. Hard…