26 September 2016
Up Yours Belatedly Jane O'Hara
Found an old newspaper clipping inside the gate-fold of "Slade Alive" - one of the pile of well cared for albums given to me by an old friend's brother a short time ago. No date on the clipping but I would guess it is from '77 - '79. The reverse of the clipping includes a small advert for a blood donor clinic in the basement of Woodward's' downtown Dope City location and a large advert for The World On A Silver Platter - video discs and a video disc player.
The clipping itself is of a story about London's warring youth tribes: skinheads, punk rockers, rude boys, teds, mods and rockers. Seems they did not care much for one another's company.
Fucking news that was!
The photo pasted (literally) into the middle of the story is of skinheads putting the boots to some poor fucker in the middle of the street as shocked onlookers gasp from the sidewalk. Skinheads were like Millwall supporters like myself in those days: nobody liked us and we did not give a shit. Skinheads are so much more polite now their hateful outlook on the world has them on the verge of democratically reasserting the white race's superior place in the latest world war of world wars.
Writer Jane O'Hara (a prize winning journalist!) does not reserve her distaste for the skinheads however. She hates all young people - and probably hates everyone else by now - an outlook we have come to associate, if not accept, with prize winning journalism.