No-one said it was going to be easy. This is the ongoing story of The Disco Students - from Aylesbury 1978 to today, now. www.myspace.com/2006discostudents

Sunday, May 28, 2006

The Cranberries (from Ireland) were on television again.
I did not like it.
U2 ( from Ireland) were on the radio today.
Left me, left me cold and getting colder.
By the second, by the day.

Big Country, a Scottish group,
Fooled my friends, but no, not me.
The Postcard groups - all meant well,
But seemed to leave a terrible smell,
Whenever they came south ( they were all mouth).

It's up to you, boy.
It really is - it really, really is.
You're our hope, boy.
No-one's getting younger,
And the rent needs paying - do you hear what I'm saying ?

Edwyn Collins and Henry Rollins,
Are either under sedation or deep in meditation.
And where's Billy McKenzie when you need him?
Chasing whippets in the sky.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006


Watford have won promotion to the Premierhsip - beating Leeds United 3-0 at Cardiff in the Championship Play-Off Final on Sunday. That's good. A few years ago, I was a rabid/avid Watford fan - travelling home and away - try Hull City away on a Tuesday night in November - no laughing matter. In those days I created two characters - Gladys Protheroe and Ray Bloom. Gladys became quite well known through radio appearances and "her" book - Ray, with his website - Ray Bloom 2000 - won over a number of knowing WFC fans. Well, with the impetuus of a return to Premiership football, Ray's coming back. I'm currently working on a new website that will kick start Ray and his family - wife Kim and sons Ray junior and Ray junior junior. I'll pop the link on here soon.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006


Boy Misanthrope.

Joe Orton said to me ( in a dream),
"Simon, son - you're wasting your time".
"You're not cut out for all of this".
"You're far too conventional "
He said other things too , unmentionable.

I bridled against this unjustified rally,
"Joe - no,no,no".
He replied - "Simon, yes,yes,yes".

You can't or won't sing in a pleasing manner,
You eat with your mouth full - you have no table manners.
You wreck the beautiful english language with your own home-spun grammer.

The little money you do make, you piss up against the wall.
You'll never play the Albert Hall.
Sell your pen and drink your ink,
Shove your songs down the kitchen sink.

In Manchester (1972).

I cannot be named for legal reasons,
I speak from behind a screen,
You see - I've met your type before,
I know your kind, I know you're kind.

So tell me ex-commune resident,
As you stutter and hesitate,
Why the reticence?
And all the use of the past-tense?

It never seems fair,
That Ringo Starr's a millionaire,
It never seemed just,
Paul McCartney licking Jane Asher's nice little bust.

But in 1972,
When the spots on my face,
Made the world a very difficult place,
Marc Bolan & Micky Finn coudn't do anything useful to help.