As mentioned previously, the BBC asked me to get involved with a thing they were doing regarding the growth of radio phone-ins. I dug out all my old cassette tapes from the early 90's - when Gladys Protheroe and her partner in crime, Bernard hit the airwaves. I'm thinking of editing them , getting them digitalised, including some poems and releasing the finished product into the community.

I've suddenly become interested in Hylda Baker. I can just about remember her on TV - I think most of her work went over my head ( bit like Sting, Pink Floyd & Norman Wisdom). I will seek out her legacy.

You're Gay - Baby,I'm Camp.

In your bedroom, with very little headroom,
I soon discovered what makes you tick.
You had been in hospital,
With an easy-going barber who'd been given
A note explaining why he's sick.

(Keep repeating until fade).

Chelsea are out - of course, Barcelona a much better team . But then you get Mourinho on TV talking so much rubbish. That's why I go to watch Bridport FC these days. Football is infected with bullshit.

The Apprentice - BBC2. By the cringe. If this country is going to hell in a handcart - by the looks of it, things are going to get worse once this new generation of "businessmen" get their hands on the economic tiller. Like Clint Eastwood ( the man with no name ) I ride alone. Sometimes I do ask myself if this was the right decision - I only had to watch 10 minutes of these deluded ego-maniacs self imploding before I was patting myself on the back and shaking myself by the hand. And that aint easy.

So, most people get their stuff mixed and re-mastered by someone round the corner. Not this soldier - no. The new Disco Students release is being worked on in New Zealand. The CD is a retrospective with three brand new recordings - and I'm beginning to get a bit excited abut it. By the time all the works been done - I'm aiming for a May/June release.

I was interviewed today by a nice chap called Ian Bent from the BBC. They ( the BBC) are having some kind of big meeting - and one of the topics for discussion is the rise of the radio talk show genre. Me, the inventor of Gladys Protheroe - the first post punk cross dressing pensioner radio phone-in anarchist - was chosen to put over my two bobs worth. I have a library of cassette tapes from my days as a phone-in terrorist - and I proudly sent Mr Bent on his way with a few selections. One day I may edit the tapes down and perhaps release them into the community on CD.

Housewife Girl.

Come live with me, Housewife Girl.
Close the door - and like the poor,
Stay with me, Housewife Girl.
Let us sleep - and let us keep,
Our world away from the other world.
We'll buy bottled water, canned food.
Cry away our wilderness years,
With those salty, sea taste tears.
I have never made the best,
Of all my sprightly youthful zest,
But I am determined though unhappy,
I must remain, unhappy.

(I think I'm Falling In Love With My ) Probation Officer

I'm small, I buy children's clothes to save on V.A.T.
They're for me, for me, for me.
There's a four part documentary on the BBC,
About me, about me, about me.

They shout, "You Ponce", "You Nonce",
They send stuff about me to the local newspaper,
They chant, "Get Off", "Go Home",
They shout stuff down my telephone.

I sit in the library to keep warm,
I walk round department stores , to keep dry,
I wear a security tag, I did some crime,
But things have some how turned around for me.

I think I'm falling in love with my probation officer.
I live alone now.
I must plough my own furrow,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.
She is a communist, she is an old school socialist.
I like that in a girl, I like that in a girl.

I don't watch a lot of television - it's not that I'm attempting to make some snobby arty statement - I don't spend my evenings reading Sylvia Plath or reciting Philip Larkin - it's just I find most TV dreadful drivel. I did catch a few moments of the BBC retro-cop drama "Life On Mars" - where, for some reason or another, a policeman from today finds himself back in 1973. One thing did strike me though. Why on earth didn't he go straight down the bookies and have ten grand on Sunderland winning the F.A. Cup?

Let the people speak. There's now the facility to comment on the various happenings at DS Central.

The three Sues and I stayed up until 4am finishing the new songs for the Retrospective CD. There'll be 22 tracks in all - 18 vintage DS songs, 1 Haircuts and 3 new - bringing everything bang up to date. The tracks are now being mixed and mastered - we're looking at releasing it in March. We've had a couple of offers of live dates - the Wasted Festival in Blackpool in August is one. Now the recording is complete, we're looking at working on a live set.

(Oh No ) I'm Awful.

I am shallow , I should be wheeled around in a wheel barrow,
I'm not worth it, really, I'm not worth it.
I'm weak, I try to speak how everyone else speaks,
I can't spell, I smell, I should be in a cell.

I'm barred from all the good bars,
On the street, passers-by spit on my feet.
I'm on Crimewatch, I'm under neighbourhood watch,
On the train, fellow passengers complain.

I am vain, I am covered in suspicious stains,
I downloaded my qualifications from the internet,
I'm a sham, I admit, I never played drums for the Brotherhood Of Man,
I am out on bail with every chance of going to jail.

I've stolen the charity box,
Given two schoolgirls a nasty bout of pox,
Pissed through the priest's letterbox,
Kicked my girlfriend out and changed the locks.

I bounce cheques, patronise the opposite sex,
Tell teenage rock fans I played bass with T.Rex,
Oh No, I'm Awful.
Oh No, I'm Awful.

We've had a fine session of recording - one song that has emerged is "Mark, What's The Score?" - a 1970's style burst of retro disco with a guest vocalist - Mark from Salford. Tonight , as it's January 16th , the three Sues are taking me out for a bit of a do.

The Disco Students are currently in the middle of a frenzied recording session. Down here in Bridport - the air is full of post-punkness , a lot of jagged electronic thumps and beats. Sue Haphazard and Sue Murderforce have really got a great thing going in the rhythm department, whilst Sue Undeniable has been coming up with some highly decorative Tom Verlaine like bursts of NYC 1976 guitar. How do they do it?
We have been offered a live date in London for March - the 2006 DS are such a different kettle of fish from earlier versions, a live performance will need much planning - we are going to think about it this weekend. To give us all a break from recording,I took the three Sues to watch Weymouth v Eastleigh in the Conference South. 2-0 to The Terras (Weymouth) - the star of the show was the Eastleigh goalkeeper, Wayne Shaw. He weighs in around 20 stone - and used to play for Southampton & Reading. He received savage treatment from the home fans - took it with good grace, and then made a number of great saves. We, the Disco Students - salute him.

Official New Year Photograph : The Disco Students - 2006. Photo by Sue Muderforce assisted by Sue Undeniable & Sue Haphazard ( taken outside The Bull Hotel, Bridport - Wednesday 11th January 2006).

"Oh No, You're Pregnant." Now the three Sues are back with me, we've been carrying on with the new recordings. We've given O.N.Y.P. a great going over - the song is a post-punk electronic thrash. All most entertaining. The tracklisting for the new release is slowly falling into place - looks like there'll be six tracks - not decided which the main track will be yet. Before that, the retrospective CD will be out - the cover is currently being put together this week.

Some more good news. I got a telephone call at 3 am from one of the three Sues ( Sue Undeniable). She told me a lot of things, but basically she informed me that the three Sues want to come back and help with the new recordings. I said OK.
They were up in the Midlands somewhere ( possibly Birmingham ) - so they're getting a National Coach down to Bridport today. I'm going to pick them up from the bus station. This is great news for the Disco Students.

By the end of the week there will be a MySpace site carrying the latest recordings - you can find it at :http://www.myspace.com/discostudents2006.

Last week, down in Bridport - I went to a Thai restuarant - and in keeping with my usual practice - drank as much booze as I could lay my hands on. I do love drinking.
But, the next morning, I felt dreadful. Then, I decided to give it up. Booze that is. And I have. For a week. Amazing. I reckon that is the longest I have gone without a drink for about 25 years. How long this will continue - who knows? But it is nice to be able to stop completely without seeing big spiders climb up the walls or sweating and shaking like a bastard. I have suddenly become all self righteous - questioning people ( occasionally complete strangers ) on why they have to drink alcohol to enjoy themselves. It's great up here on the moral high ground.

Just finished a session recording "King Of The Manchester Baggy Scene". Quite a bit to do yet, but it really is excellent. The first time , I believe, The Disco Students have had a load of Volga Boatmen contributing backing vocals. The final touches are being made to the retrospective record - I am going to include at least two new songs ( one definitely being K.O.T.M.B.S.) - so the final CD could well be 22 or even 23 tracks.

Review just in from Belgian music ezine Dogmatik. Seem to know what they're on about.
http://www.dogmatik.be/

Upon receipt of this CD I definitely expected some typical kitschy disco-like beat project that at best might have tried to give 70's extravaganza an additional touch of modernity and contemporary originality to actualize it once more. I was immediately awaken after listening to the first notes of the opening track. Maybe these guys at one point did study disco, but they definitely were raised on another sound ! What I heard reminded me of bands like "Pink Turns Blue", "The Beloved" and "The Shamen". These guys have listened to alternative music from the early 90's. A good opening track "My Black Girlfriend" and I am on the tip of my chair. On to "Mark e. Smith's Dead (version)". A different story as I get a load of guitars this time riffing and howling their guts out in lo-fi. For this track I found myself back in the tradition of "The Wire", "The Buzzcocks", a raw version of "The Cure" or "The Slits". Great traditional raw powerful punk-inspired rock without complexities and or trickery. The third track "My Secretary" takes us back to "Pink Turns Blue", "Plan B", "The Romeos" (remixed by Coldcut) and is a fat, raw, electronic piece of Indie-extravaganza. Next up is "The Most Handsome Man on T.V. (version)" which is simply a return to track 2 in style. More guitar powered punk-rock with a clear reference to "Joy Division". It could have passed for a early demo of "The Smiths" just before they smoothened out their sound, or as it was captured on the Peel Session's version of "What Difference Does it Make ?". The following is a modern electro tune with a rave melody and singing in the tradition of Manchester. Electro-wave in a modern jacket with a brit-pop flavour. "Nice Little Bust" is a piece of weird alternative "Flying Pickets" close harmony singing... To top off this EP there is "My Lesbian Sister" which is inspired again by "Pink Turns Blue" or "The Beloved". This one gets closer to EBM then the previous tracks.

Overall I would definitely go and check out these guys live if I had an opportunity. They are fantastic. They bring back some old traditions and sounds but they have managed to mix it all into a distinct sound which is their own. An achievement and the ingredients which made bands such as "Franz Ferdinand" or "The Kaiser Chiefs" stand out from the pack. Their tracks still need some work, their production is not entirely fine-tuned (but then again I think that the raw, sometimes distorted sound is a surplus to their sound). I will keep following this band and I strongly recommend lovers of all bands name in the review to do the same. It is not everyday punk, nor is it plain rock... It is all about a band doing their distinct own thing, with a specific individual sound full of references however to the alternative scenes of the past 20 years.



Reviewed by The Avenger

No sign of the three Sues for a few days now.I went up to the hill this morning ( the hill where they park their car to spy on me ) - their car had gone, but there were a load of cigarette ends and footprints . They'd been there.

It Isn't Easy (Being Shit).

It isn't easy being shit, and I've had 25 years of it,
It aint easy being crap,
I've been booed off stage and shouted down,
Told to pack up my gear and immediately leave town.

I've been heckled and harrassed by drunken louts,
I go unrecognised by ticket touts,
I've got a pile of reviews two foot deep,
The best one calls me a "talentless dick"
It isn't easy being shit.

Booking agents are never at home,
A&R men don't answer the phone,
I've seen soundmen vomit at my soundcheck,
And recording engineers turned to nervous wrecks
It isn't easy being shit.

I am completely deluded and unaware,
No one likes me, I don't care.
My CDs are recycled and melted down,
And used for buttons on dressing gowns.

Well, fancy that.....

http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=4811434885

I Am The Man Who Invented Fridge Magnets.

I went out with a girl and told her I was gay,
Her brothers tried to give me eighty five pounds to go away.
I said " Let me, let me proove myself"
"I'll throw myself down a hill and bruise myself"

I looked for a Get Rich Scheme,
A new flavour of ice cream,
An opportunity in the United States,
A way to get round paying business rates.

I tried crime but didn't like the company,
One night I broke into the offices of a listed company,
I stripped lead from the local church roof,
Melted it down and sold it as a new mixer for Vermouth.

But I'm mainstream.
I'm mainstream.
I am the man who invented fridge magnets.

You'll miss me when I've gone.
You'll miss me when I've gone.

I have decided to stay in the house as long as I can . There's no way the 3 Sues would try to get back into here if they know I'm in. . At night, I leave ALL the lights on so it looks, from the hill where they're living in the car, that the place is busy with people. I realise the electricity bill will be crippling - but it won't ( by my estimate) arrive until March - so hopefully, I'll have a hit record or something and be able to pay for it.

Mice In My Hair (Part Two).

In this suit, in this suit,
I slept in a car boot, yeah a car boot.
Dragged myself through a hedge ( backwards),
I have the arse hanging out of my pants,
My pants are full of ants.
My head is full of lice,
My hair is full of mice.

I have spots on my nose,
I wear another man's clothes,
No-one loves me, I don't care.
I have mice nesting in my hair.

My car is in bits,
There are no spares no more.
I have mice nesting in my hair.

So today I tripped on a root,
And then put my toe right through the end of my boot.
I showed for a job, but the job had gone,
They'd gone and give it to a Mormon.
He had, they said, many wives to support,
If I tried that, I'd end up in court.

My ears are full of wax,
I ain't paying my Council Tax,
I lost £300 playing some kind of dice,
My hair, my hair is full of mice.

Untitled.(26.12.05)

jeffrey from shalamar, oh jeffrey from shalamar.
where is the money for my car?
I lent you it last week for you to drive to cruisers creek.
you gave your word you'd get it back to me,
now i've heard word you've wrapped it around a tree.

lol creme, lol creme from 10cc,
where's that dough that's due to me?
I paid for your kids to go to public school,
I re-wired your house and then fell ill,
You have yet to settle these bills.

I am a one trick pony who never read a book,
I was sent to stand in the corner of the class,
The arse hung out of my trousers,
I was made to wear a dunces cap, a dunces cap.

charlie harper, charlie from the uk subs,
You and me we bought that pub,
I paid the deposit, did the paperwork,
you fucked off on a uk tour, a man of your age should know better,
that's why your hairdressers went bust.

I was out of the house for short time yesterday ( Christmas Day) - when I came back it was clear one or even more of the Sues had been back to pick up some of their stuff. I didn't realise they still had a key, but this looks to be the case. I believe they sit in their car on the hill at the back of the house - from there they can see me coming and going.


who's your favourite - gilbert or george?

they sleep together in a big wooden bed,
they eat ham and eggs, ham and eggs.
send dry cleaning , send dry cleaning,
get their teeth done by a dentist.

someone's pissed up against their door,
pushed a free newspaper through their letterbox
a do-gooder got a petition going,
started a rumour there was community charge owing.

they never cooks meals, did you know that?
always eat in cafes, where did I read that?
they won't go out of the country you know,
in case they're not allowed back in.

they got a dog with three legs, dog with three legs.
got a grant from the council, keeps their fees down.
they got a dog with three legs, dog with three legs.
they turned down an opportunity,
to join the witness protection programme.

Christmas time is a strange time to be alone. The three Sues have long since left me alone here in Dorset. So, I will use the next week to write new material. No distractions - none of the typical Christmas goings on. I plan to post a new song/poem each day. That discipline will keep me busy. Here's the first:


I Love Your Shop.

I live in sheltered housing I shop til I drop
Ad manager on the face used to be Rod Sopp
You're my foreman, I'm the kind that needs a foreman
When I've had enough, then my friend, then I'll stop
Give it up, give in, give it to me,
I love your shop.

Sometimes I'm all mixed up, I change my mind
When I look at you I see you're too that kind
You're my foreman, I'm the kind that needs a foreman
In the morning I'm at the bottom, in the afternoon at the top.
Save me, save yourself, save me
I love your shop.

I was never academic.
I was never gonna be a mechanic.
I should have gone to college
But I never had the knowledge
My father drove the 21 bus
To get me through the eleven plus.

Into the Christmas period - and a bout of cyber-aggro has broken out. All highly amusing. I can't sing for toffee and spend all my time posting insults on other folks websites. Tell me something I don't know and isn't that what the internet is for ?
As soon as I heard about this new fangled internet thing, I knew it was for me. No longer did I have to waste valuable time writing crank letters or making late night obscene telephone calls to single women or the vulnerable, I could create all my mischief at the click of a mouse. Brilliant.
The mixing and re-mastering of the retrospective record has begun - all very nice too. Here's a picture that may be on the cover.

Some festive news. Paul Hawksbee & Andy Jacobs, who host a show on TalkSport Radio(1053/1089am) weekday afternoons - played my 12 Days Of Christmas Song today - and plan to play it until Christmas Day. It's recorded under the name of one of my alter egos - Simon RicePudding ( pronounced Risping). I put it together last Friday evening - it's a football based piece of nonsense. Could well be a big hit ......

The Disco Students are fantastic, everyone knows that - but The Haircuts, well, crikey,some professors of music say they were even better. Word reaches me The Haircuts are receiving radio play in the U.S. At St Louis station KDHX. "Do You Remember L-L-Longwick" rattling through the airwaves after all this time. http://www.kdhx.org/playlist.php?date=2004-01-12&show=Scene%20of%20the%20Crime

Here's a new creation:

King Of The Manchester Baggy Scene.

I was a Manchester City trainee,
Whose career was ended by a broken knee,
Failed my O Levels due to no revision,
Became a roadie for Joy Division.

I was pinned up against the wall,
At the Manchester Free Trade Hall,
By the future rhythm section of The Fall,
Tony Wilson witnessed it all.

I was a Stockholm Monster and a Chameleon,
Sang backing vocals with the Durutti Column.
I ran warehouse parties in Trafford Park
And sold Chelsea boots to John Cooper-Clarke.

I managed the Happy Sundays then they changed their name,
Ditched me and went on to worldwide fame,
I was brought in to remix "WonderWall"
But now the Gallaghers wont return my calls

Now I'm the head of a new regime,
I'm the King Of The Manchester Baggy Scene.

9th December 1977 - The Haircuts ( the embryonic Disco Students) made their debut - the performance ended in a riot - and is immortalised in the track "Do You Remember L-L-Longwick?" - featured on the Aylesbury Goes Flaccid LP. Here they are during a punk BCR phase.

Had a cyber tidy this evening - cleaned up the freewebs site I got going when I went all poetic in the Spring. A couple of poems there featuring George Best & Paul Gascoigne. I'd semi forgotten about them ( the poems, not the men).
http://www.freewebs.com/rockpoet2005/index.htm

Just found this on eBay. I'm aware that the Disco Students are featured on a number of these albums - all good stuff.
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=4732077438&fromMakeTrack=true

The new record had made the airwaves - via The Jimmy Possession show on 209Radio.
http://209radio.co.uk I'm planning a Spring assault on the London stage - taking the music to the kids. There's no doubt that the traditional way of putting a group together and playing gigs is pretty much finished. You probably already knew that. So, plans are being hatched for a new, somewhat different way of presenting the songs. Exciting, isn't it?

One of the old DS guitarists, Jon Greenough, used to ( probably still does) have a saying -"Happy Is A Bumpy Road".
Well, the release of the new recording has apparently put the willies up a member of the DS family. It looks as if I am going to The Old Bailey and then be shot ( both possibilties are pictured).

I'm working on a few new songs - the George Michael one included - and once completed, I'm going to have a go at putting them on My Space.com Seems a nice idea to be able to write and record material then release it into cyberspace within a few hours.

George Michael's Getting Married (To A Bloke).

Oh no this is no hoax.
I say again, this is no joke.
George Michael's getting married to a bloke.
David Furnish is Mrs Dwight,
David Furnish, yes , that's right.
What does Rod Stewart think of all this?
A straight up crumpet man.
And Mick Jagger,
Dartford art school serial shagger.
Andrew Ridgley has washed his hands of this,
Broken nose - small price to pay.
To escape his Bushey collaborator's future of gay.

"Hold on, slow down " - that's what the Pope says,
"Newly elected and German - we're not known for our jokes"
Jesus F Christ.
George Michael's getting married to a bloke.
Bryan Ferry and David Jones-Bowie, yeah - a joke's a joke.
"But we were only selling records"
Motorbikin' by Chris Spedding,
Now, it's celebrity gay weddings.
Oh no this is no hoax.
Repeat, this is no joke.
George Michael's getting married to a bloke.

Here's what Rough Trade have to say for themselves :


THE DISCO STUDENTS :my black girlfriend
the disco students formed back in 78, released some criminally under rated singles before splitting up in 1982 after a gig at the futurama festival. they reformed in 2003 and this is their third release from the new version of the band. the main track 'my black girlfriend' is an eerie and minimal post punk style track with vocals similar to early soft cell era marc almond. the other tracks are in a totally different style and the standout is the new version of 'mark e smith's dead' which is a lo-fi thrashy pop song with an obvious fall influence. 7 track cd only release on yeah! yeah! yeah! records.

Review of the Black Girlfriend record by seasoned rock journalist Mick Mercer - from www.mickmercer.com:

THE DISCO STUDENTS MY BLACK GIRLFRIEND Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”They’re making a documentary, about what she sees in me.” A filleted sound with a scratchy energy stuffed into the languid pace of the opening title track almost makes me think of Terry Hall making a good record (I never understood why reviewers praised his turgid Post-Funboy 3 dross) so that’s an irritatingly good start. Their obvious lyrical strength being matched by the music is a step on from the previous records they’d sent me, where the music struggled to play catch up with obvious humour, or was a decorative accessory, but now they have an edge. Twice they include a ‘version’: the punctilious, slippery ‘Mark E. Smith’s Dead’ attacking with a gloriously scabby guitar sound, then a suitably gormless ‘The Most Handsome Man On TV’ wobbling along.‘Kitchen Sink Disco’ is an engagingly shite piece, smearing memories over a psychotic mixture of rhythmical notions, where the bland feeling slowly envelops you, unpleasantly, which is a clever move. ‘My Secretary’ has one glorious line, ”she makes my appointments, she covers me in ointment” but I don’t think we need go there. A simple plinking tune which clomps along with occasionally fading samples of Peel talking about them on his show and using the word terrific, this is another oddly affecting piece, where ‘Nice Little Bust’ is just a chirpy bit of bluster, with lustre. (“I’ve seen your nice little bust, caress it I must.”) Along with the perverse observations the music also manages to clamp down hard on the imagination, and when ‘My Lesbian Sister’ finishes with a dark, throbbing beat and scary keyboards wings, seriously moody, full of sound despite its naff end, it has to be said that whenever the album appears it now threatens to be rather special.http://www.discostudents.com/

Do we need Pop Stars to tell us what to do? You may, my old china - but I bloody well don't. I watched that Madonna documentary last night on Channel Four - "I Want To Tell You A Secret" . Now don't get me wrong, she's a lovely girl etc. But dear me, when she wasn't banging on about Kabbalah she was chastising anyone within earshot with her home-spun "Political" message - something about being nice to one another and that - and lo behold anyone who didn't immediately pat her on the back and tell her that she is indeed , spot on about it all.
It got me thinking - there's Bono of course, Geldof - and now that studenty looking bloke from The Coldplay - all mad keen on telling us what to do. I'm a big fan of Patti Smith - always go to see her when she turns up in London - but I'm afraid, she's another one - Patti loves a rant about war, hunger, the price of fish. Last night Madonna was berating one of her dancers about him not being registered to vote - so the poor lad rushed out, registered - then returned to ask for guidance on who to vote for. Big Michael Moore was also on hand with advice for the feeble minded. Me, I haven't voted since the early 1990's - just think how different the world would be today if I'd actually got down to the polling booth.

Right - approaching post flu fitness - so back to the matter in hand. I work in a cyclical manner ( just listen to me) - something to do with a low boredom threshold I fear. The most recent art form to receive my attention has been painting. I've been daubing canvasses and such in a creative frenzy - when they're completed, I'll pop a few on here for public viewing.
Now the book and CD are out - I'm moving back into the poetry field - my stuff's at www.simoncheetham.com . I played a few gigs in the Summer - to mixed reviews, it must be said. I did a couple of comedy clubs, but it just wasn't me. Everyone else on the bill would have sold their grandmother to get a laugh - my curmudgeonly world weary persona with extra misanthropism did not endear me to either my fellow performers or some( most) of the audience. I also performed as an opening act to some rock bands - where I fared much better. Anyway, the point is, I'm back on the poetry track at the moment - indeed I'm just completing the masterpiece that is " George Michael's Getting Married ( To A Bloke)" - I'll post the finished work up here soon.

Currently riddled with flu, and so therefore somewhat vulnerable to any kind of attack. Just before bedtime last night I read a review on the internet claiming I was "terrible". Went to bed with a heavy heart . But woke this morning to read that the bloke who runs Baggage Reclaim - some kind of moody, arty club in South London thinks I'm ok - and enjoys my work. Obviously one of these people needs taking out and shooting, the other should be immediately made head of A&R at Sony or some other massive corporation. Quite a week really, the release of "Black Girlfriend" and the publishing of "Well Up For It" - my second book - a collaboration with Carl Eldridge. However, the flu has taken the wind from my sails somewhat, and I have been unable to bask in a self satisfied creative glow. Typical, that.

Just received delivery of the Black Girlfriend E.P. Looks good, sounds good too. So glad I got the final track "My Lesbian Sister" on it - brings it all up to date. I've had a couple of conversations with people regarding a live date or two in the New Year, so we'll see what happens there. I now await the reviews.........

Just finished a couple of new songs - "Writer & Broadcaster" is one, the other yet to be named. Sound good to me. I'm getting more proficient on the synthesiser - although I read a quote by Daniel Miller of Mute fame, who says that " only non-musicians make good synthesiser players" - if that's the case, I should be fucking superb.
The new record will be out in a week or so - all done on the mixing and mastering front - just waiting now for the pressing etc.
Just seen the track listing for the new Morrissey album - out in the Spring.
It's true, he DID steal all my ideas - a couple of the titles could be straight from the DS songbook.

A couple of new songs just completed - "Back In Hospital" and " Writer & Broadcaster" - ah! the bastard son of Giorgio Moroder is at it.

Just finished recording a new song - "My Lesbian Sister". It was written, recorded and mastered within three days. I'm so pleased with it, I've stopped the presses and it's being added as a seventh track to the new E.P. It's a Giorgio Moroder / Hamilton Bohannon influenced floor-filler that will in time be recognised as pure genius.

Things progressing nicely for the release of the new E.P. Just waiting now for the artwork/sleeve to be sorted out - and it's done. I've started writing some new material - looking to the next release - we'll see how that comes out. As for any live dates - the plan is to wait until the New Year - see how the CD is received, and take it from there. I would like to take the "new" Disco Student sound to the stage, but again, we'll see. Lots of waiting and seeing on the horizon.