Rock and Roll Stories #68 - The changing face of getting people to come to gigs

 As a band with a four decade legacy of geting people to come and watch us, I was thinking about the way grassroots bands interact with their audiences and get them to come to gigs has changed over the years. Ever since The False Dots first started, the basic proposition has been the same. Come and see us and you'll have a great evening. Perhaps our biggest strength is also our biggest weakness. We are a great live band, we have always got a good audience engagement. But our secret weapon has pretty much been that as a lot of people who come know each other, it is also a chance to catch up. But people only come to gigs if they know about it. You could put The Rolling Stones on at the Dublin Castle, but if no one knew, then no one would go. You have to get the message out and create a buzz.

When The False Dots started, this was easy. I was still at school, as was the rest of the band. We simply told all our mates at school and they came. For the first coiuple of years of the band, this ensured we'd have a decent audience. By the time we got to 1983, most of our friends were at Uni or we were not in contact. however, we'd built up a bit of a reputation and a following. People would see our name on a listing in the NME or Melody Maker and just show up. I'd also ring up all of my mates. Most people who liked music, read the music press and gig listings. Promoters knew we'd pull a few people in and they'd put us on with decent bands. Getting gigs was not a problem. 

By 1987, things had changed. Our music was out of vogue, our mates who had been music nuts were doing other things and the younger generation were not interested in our style of music and stupidity. Promoters were not interested unless we paid to play. We'd still get a few people along, but the days of 100 fans turning up were gone. I'd ring my mates, they'd promise to come and then not bother. In 1990, I was fed up with it all and we stopped playing until 2002. 

In 2002, we restarted. It was meant to be a one off gig, to raise money for the family of my former business partner, Ernie Ferebee, who had passed away. Facebook wasn't really on the scene, but as it was for Ernie, we did a big ring around. The gig at the Red Lion was packed and loads of people we'd nots een for years came. Rick Collins, who promoted it, put ads in the Music press. It seemed nothing had changed, but we were on the cusp of the digital age. The band was not particularly busy, we did 1-2 gigs a year, mostly to mates. 

By 2007, many people were signed up to platforms like Facebook. I failed to spot the potential initially for band marketing. However, in 2008, when I started this blog, I had my own platform. The music press and its role promoting music was diminishing. By 2018, the NME stopped printing. Whereas previously its gig listings were the bble for muso's, it became irrelevant. Facebook changed and evolved. There are all manner of special interest groups, these are well suited to music fans. If you like Ska music, you join groups that focus on that genre of music etc. Bands post links etc. 

I can't recall the last time I rang up a mate to come to a  gig. We do engage with the printed press. We have a good relationship with The Camden New Journal, who have kindly supported the band. However, the main way of engagement is by posting in online groups. We also get a lot of support from radio. We do a lot of work on On Line Stations, such as Rock Radio UK, and also get plugs on BBC Radio London. My view of such things has always been fairly promiscuous. We try everything to get gigs mentioned. It works. People we've lost touch with turn up and re-engage, but it requires a fair bit of work. 

I am amazed at how lazy many bands are at self promotion. Many seem to think that people will magically turn up to see them, They won't. People only come if they know about it and are given a good reason to part company with their hard earned cash. But that only goes so far. Once they are at the gig, you hve to ensure they have a good time and want to come back. There are two elements to this. The first is that you have to be entertaining, but the second is, you need to find an audience that likes what you do. The best live band I've seen is The Ramones, but at their peak, they supported a well known heavy rock band on a tour. They went down like a lead ballon (not a Led Zepplin BTW!).They were simply playing to the wrong audience. Do your homework!

What is undoubtedly true today though, is that when you play a gig and ask people along, there is much more competition for peoples attention. When we started playing gigs, people would come along because it was relatively cheap and there was not much else on. We figured out eaarly on, that if people had a good night, they'd come back and often bring a friend or two. We also learned that if we had a bad gig, all the good work could instantly be undone. Our first truly terrible gig was on the 18th August 1980. We had been promoting gigs at the Harwood Hall in Mill Hill, this was the third. It was so awful that we never did another one there. We also changed our line up and made sure that we were ready for anything. We did a few duds, but it wasn't because we weren't prepared. At Tumba Gymansium Stockholm in January 1982  , the PA blew up. At the Prowlers Rally in October 1984, it was a bike rally in a Marquee and the temperature was freezing, it was too cold to play guitars and they kept going out of tune. Those sort of things you can't control. What you can control is knowing the songs well enough to deliver them in an entertaining way. I think we've never missed the mark again. 

There are a few basic rules to try and follow. Don't over gig. People will get bored if you gig all of the time. We try and ensure that we only gig four times a year at any venue and if we have a friendly promoter in an area, we only gig for them. We try and build up a degree of trust. We also find that some people will only come to certain venues. 

But if you really want to develop, there is a secret. Network with other bands. Make alliances. The False Dots have several mates that we've done lots of gigs with over the years. We've introduced our fans to them and a few of their fans now come and see us. This has always been our ethos. When we first started, we used to invite a band from Edgware called The Vektors to play with us. They had a really solid fan base and we became mates. You can see one of their early performances supporting us  at The Harwood Hall here. 

We also were mates with a band called "NO Biscuits" and did a few gigs with them. They headlined at The Bald Faced Stag in Burnt Oak for a CND Benefit gig. Here is The False Dots peforming at the same gig. You'll notice a healthy audience at both gigs.

Why Donald Trump has proven the conspiracy theorists have got it all wrong

 When I was a wee nipper, my favourite program was Gerry Andersons UFO. I loved the idea that there was a secret organisation with bases on the moon and a hige military infrastructure that no one knew existed. It sparked a lifelong interest in the subject. I had assumed at the time (around 1969/70) that by now, humanity would have reached the stars and made contact with Alien civilisations. I used to read all manner of books and magazines on the subject. This was to some extent futher encouraged by my Dad, who was a WW2 bomber pilot and was also fascinated in unexplaonable ariel phenomena. He'd not seen such things, but knew people he trusted who had. Hiss view, based on his experience as an officer in the RAF was that all manner of things that were difficult were covered up. There are still plenty of files that have not been released from the period for reasons of national security. I can understand some of these. For instance, papers related to the Manhatten project, where the US developed nuclear bombs are probably best kept secret.

This convinced me that there was all manner of dodgy conspiracies going on. When the internet first became popular, I trawled for all manner of weird and wonderful tales. There is so much stuff out there, that is real and verified and totally unexplainble, which hints to conspiracies. My favourite is the fact that there are traces of Xenon-129 on Mars, a product associated with nuclear weapons. There is plenty of plausable evidence that Mars once had a civilisation and it was destroyed by nuclear war. There is also plenty of other plausable explanations why this is a load of old cobblers. The truth is that until we acutally explore the planet properly we can't be certain. I am always highly suspicious of scientist who given mundane explanations for such issues, when it is clear that they are speculating in the same way the conspiracy theorists do. 

But I have to say my interest in conspiracy theories has waned to some extent. Not because I believe the official line on UFO's, the Kennedy Assassination, The Bermuda Triangle, Atlantis, etc. The reason is because it is impossoble to get to the bottom of any of it, With AI, there is no such thing as a trusted source. To categorically prove anything, we need evidence and if it can be mocked up and forged by a bored 7 year old, to a level that can fool experts, is it worth worrying too much about?

When I was a kid, conspiracy theories were entertaining diversions for people like my Dad, who had inquisitive minds, knew a bit about the subjects and were prepared to read a lot. Dad would get books by authors such as Eric Von Daniken and devour them. Sometimes he'd summarily declare them "a load of old cobblers" as he'd find the riddled with obvious errors. Others fascinated him. Being familiar with firearms, the details of how JFK was shot fascinated him. His view was that it was highly unlikely that Harvey Oswald shot him. The theory that America didn't land on the moon was just raising its head around the time Dad passed away. He explained to me exactly why it was cobblers. The USA was in a Space Race with the USSR. By the simple process of triangulation, the USSR would have spotted the Yanks were cheating and would have humiliated them. The RAF used triangulation to bomb Berln, it is a relatively straightforward concept.

But now the conspiracy industry is different. People do their research on Google and Youtube. They generally know nothing of the technicalities of the subjects. All you need is a plausable story and a reason why the information needs suppressing to build a conspiracy theory that will fly. Conspiracy websites. When I first started looking at the net for UFO stories, I found a wonderfully entertaining site called rense.com. I'd check it every day for the latest stories. I doubt I've looked at it for ten years. But I did as I put this together. It still has some of the stuff about evidence of nuclear war on Mars, but little of that is new. Most of it concerns conspiracy theories about Donald Trump, Israel, Ukraine and Covid.

I guess I realised fairly quickly why I stopped looking at such sites. The more I look, the less interested I become. What I have come to realise is that the whole thing has become an industry. In truth, much of it is click bait, trying to lure people into buying 'alternative' therapies by undermining trust in qualified experts. It seems to me that the whole UFO issue etc, is simply a gateway to lure people in. Once in, they are bombarded with information suggesting that if you follow treatments prescribed by doctors, you will get cancer and die, and you should be taking various suppliments instead.

The other strand is that there is a dark governmental conspiracy, leading us all towards doom and destruction. What shocks me most is the fact that a cursory glance at the history of the last ten years completely debunks this notion. I have come to the conclusion that criticising Donald Trump is a complete waste of time. I don't believe he has a clue what he has doing, or even why. Many have pointed out the continual U-Turns and shifts in position. I don't believe he's ever consciously made a U-Turn or changed his position, as I don't believe that he can actually remember what his position was previously. He simply looks as the situation as it is today and makes a simplistic decision based on current facts. I believe his advisors are either too scared or to lazy to point out the contradictions. I suspect that they know the best way to get on is to simply tell him he's a genius. One of my favourite clips on Youtube was a chimpanzee with a machine gun and a bunch of paramilitaries. They are all laughing and joking, until the Chimpanzee finds the trigger and starts shooting them. 

If there is a dodgy cabal that was pushing for Trump, I suspect this is the situation they are now in. Much of the mantra of Conspiracy Theories centres on a "New World Order". If there is, it has gone spectacularly wrong. Both Ukraine and Iran have shown that tanks, fighter planes, etc are so last century when it comes to warfare. The new game is cheap drones The US economy has, for nearly a century, been geared around the arms industry, where the USA is second to none. Trillions have been spent on all manner of fancy weapons, yet Iran is thwarting them, with drones etc, which they are knocking up for peanuts. Russia is learning a similar lesson. You can have the fanciest weapons in the world, but if they are the wrong weapon for the battle you are fighting, you will lose. France learned this with the Maginot line. The USA learned this in Vietnam. Both the Russians and Americans learned this in Afghanistan. But the same mistakes are made repeatedly. 

So who is makinhg money? The answer is obvious. The people who make and sell weapons. They do not want a 'New World Order'. They want a level of managable chaos, with safe havens to spend their cash in. Sadly the mundane truth about the Conspiracy Theories I see, is that they are actually a conspiracy to get people who have enquiring minds, to go down rabbit holes and get lost, whilst the rich men who sell weapons watch the cash roll in, and young men die, without a clue as to what they are really fighting for. 

I wrote a number on the subject in 1982. It is still true.

Don't worry, it is perfectly fine to dislike people!

 Last week, when I was on holiday, I surprised a friend we were away with, by expressing my intense dislike for a certain individual I know. There are various reasons why he was surprised, but the gist of what he said was that he'd never really heard me say such things about anyone. I generally keep my views to myself if I dislike someone and I think I regretted the fact that a few beers on holiday had loosened my tongue.

I was thinking about this yesterday. I am generally fairly forgiving. I try not to allow myself to get wound up and seek revenge or retribution (I was not always like this, but I have grown up a little over the years), but that doesn't mean I like everyone. Generally there are three reasons I dislike people. The first reason is I dislike bullies. The second is I dislike liars. The third is that they upset my kids (I am far more forgiving when they upset me, as I usually assume it was all my fault). To really dislike someone, they need to tick all three boxes. There are very few people who have managed that feat. As someone who was raised as a Roman Catholic, I always feel guilty about disliking people. The Good Lord taught us to "Love our enemies" and said that just loving your friends is something anyone can can do. I realised long ago that this was a high bar, one I could never possibly meet. In fact I struggled with the doctrine. If someone murdered one of my children,  I doubt I could forgive them, let alone love them and I would never judge anyone harshly for not having forgiveness in their heart.

Last week, I was reading about Donald Trump saying he'd like to meet the new Ayatollah of Iran. There was much comment about whether the Ayatollah would want anything to do with a man who ordered the murder of his father and much of his family. I am not a fan of the current Iranian regime, but as a human being, I think it must be a terrible situation, where you have no choice but to deal with the fact that your adversary murdered family members, but for the good of your nation you may have to cut a deal with them.

I have come to the conclusion that it is perfectly OK to dislike people, so long as there are grounds for it and your actions are fair. I have a few customers who I dislike, as they are rude, dishonest and bullies. But I am usually just an observer wathcing them act badly towards others. They pay their bills and life goes on. Which, I guess, is how it should be. 

The Sunday Reflection #87 - Even people who are not nice can enrich your life

 I never knew any of my Grandparents. My Dad's parents died before he met my mother. He didn't really talk too much about his mother, other than giving the impression that she was very bright and capable. They lived in the outback of Australia, his Dad was an engineer. Dad would tell stories of his genius for engineering. He was a specialist in boring wells and in the oil industry. In the Australian outback, artesian wells provided water that kept cattle stations and towns running and his expertise was highly sought after. Dad really never discussed what sort of a man he was. On my Mums side, all of my siblings got to meet my Grandmother. She was, by all accounts a lovely lady. I was hugely jealous. I am the youngest of six and I missed out on Nana, she passed two years before I was born, in 1960. 

However of all of them, the one who I am most curious and interested in is my Mothers Father, A certain James Fanning. Born in Dublin, his family had Republican links, but his father was a policeman in the Dublin Constabulary. After retiring as a Policeman, he had properties and used to get my Grandfather to collect debts. My mother told me he left Ireland as the family had IRA connections and he was getting hassle from the authorities. My cousin, who has done some research, suggests it may have been to get away from his dictatorial father. He stowed away on a boat to England, only it wasn't a boat to England. It was going to Argentina. When he didn't arrive in Liverpool and his food and drink ran out, he presented himself to the Captain and was made to work his passage, doing the worst work possible. When he arrived in Argentina, he hated it, but had to work their for six months, to pay for his passage home. When he eventually arrived in England, he met my Grandmother and got married. Apparently he was dapper and intelligent. However, fate intervened and he was conscripted into the Army, gassed and badly injured. When he got back, he was a different man. A bitter alchoholic. My mother was born in 1925 so never knew the old version. She just new a bitter man, who was selfish and often very embarrassing and unpleasant. She grew up hating him. He died in 1948 at 66, when his lungs failed. 

When I was a kid, most of the stories she told about him, were of his acts of selfishness and inconsideration. How he would eat all of the bacon when the family rations were given in the war. The kids got the bacon rind. How he would drink eight pints every day, regardless of family finances. How my Grandmother had to work to keep the family afloat and hide money and food from him for the children. How he embarrassed her when she brought boyfriends home. He would have a sixth sense. The only days she recalls that he didn't go to the pub was when she was bringing someone to meet the family. He would then proceed to humilate her and the chap would never be seen again, He would tale care to show the worst side of himself. 

When she met my Dad, an Australian pilot, and thet decided to get married, Dad had to ask for his permission. Mum was terrified. Dad said he'd meet him at the pub. That would spare Mums blushes. They got on like a house on fire. Permission was granted. Mum's fears were unfounded. Shortly before he died, she challenged him on his behaviour. He said "Laurie didn't care what I was like, he wasn't a snob, if those other fellas had really liked you, they'd not have cared either, they'd have wanted to save you from all this".

Sometime in the late 1990's, I was chatting with my Mother. She told me a startling thing. She said that she'd changed her mind about her Father. She had realised why he did what he did and why he was like he was. She had forgiven him. I was intrigued. She told me that she had once asked her mother why she had stayed with such a tyrant. The family all called him "The Encumberance". Her mothers answer saddened her. She said "I was lucky to still have a husband after the war, many didn't. The war changed him, but he gave me the best things in life". My Mum asked what she meant and she replied "All of you, my children are the best things in my life. I've never minded working hard and making sacrifices and seeing you all grow up happy has been the best thing in my life".

My mum then explained that she had been reflecting on many of the things her father told her and she'd realised that he was preparing his children for a harsh, unforgiving world. He told her he was delighted when she married my father, as he had an English name and she wouldn't have to put up with anti Irish prejudice. In London at the time, many hotels etc had signs saying "No blacks, No Dogs, No Irish". The Irish were assumed to be think and uncouth by many of the English, only fit for working as labourers. He was exceptionally intelligent. A socialist and an internationalist. He hated Nationalism in all of its guises. He ensured that my Mother understood this. He also said "The Boys will have to look after themselves, they will get by, you and your sisters will have to survive by using your brains". He told her that if she wanted to get on, she would have to take responsibility for everything. Women who rely on men, often end up with nothing. At the time, she thought this was his wallowing in self pity, but her and her sisters all, to some extent, benefitted from having this drummed into them. She was a far better businesswoman than my Father a businessman. She wouldn't fritter cash away in the bookies, orspend impulsively.

I was thinking about this conversation this morning. I often think about Mum on a Sunday morning. I miss her a lot, although towards the end of her life, she was not happy and I was actually relieved when she went. She was very intelligent and insightful. As I get older, I understand her relationship with her father much better. If she was around there are a lot of questions I'd have, but I will never know. One of the things that intrigues me most though, was whether she thought having a rather difficult father actually meant she was better prepared for the world as it really is.  We probably hate to admit it, but people who are not nice can enrich your life. In my life, people have badly let me down on a few occasions. Te perverse thing is that they've always ended up doing me a favour. Mind you, I am pleased that I did not have such a difficult relationship with my Dad. 

Have a wonderful Sunday. Here is a song I wrote a few years back when I was looking back on my own youth.

Normal blogging service will resume tomorrow

Greetings from Benidorm! Normal blogging service will be resumed tomorrow upon my return

 

Has anyone personally seen any benefits from Brexit?

 I’m writing this in Valencia. We travelled on Saturday. We had the joy of the new airport checks when we arrived. In truth for me it wasn’t too bad, the airport was empty and I sailed through. My wife wasn’t so lucky, the system failed to read her fingerprints. She was held up for 15 minutes. We were lucky. It got me thinking. Can anyone give me a single tangible benefit they have personally experienced as a result of Brexit? Spare us any ideological waffle. If something in your life is easier, cheaper or better I’d love to know. After ten years, we should be in a position where Nigel Farage has big long list. I’m a democrat so if it is to be reversed or undone, the British people should have some sort of vote. For me a majority for a party committed to Rejoin would be enough. Labour didn’t put that in their manifesto so can’t. But any vote must be on the basis of facts, not opinions.

The Saturday List #381 - My top six life mistakes

 Todays list is Saturday list #381 - It shouldn't be, but I made a numbering mistake and missed list 361-381 in the sequence and only realised when I got to list #499! So I had to atone my mistake. Anyway, I've reached the end of the gap, so I thought, like a good Catholic boy, I'd atone for my sins and confess my top ten life mistakes and my regrets. I have very few and I've had a great life, but these are the ones that I beat myself up over most. I've not included relationship mistakes. That would be unkind

1. Not speaking up when a Roman Catholic Priest described my cousin, who had Downs Syndrome as a vegetable. I was absolutely shocked by this. The Priest is well respected and well liked. I was raised a Catholic and taught to be deferential to Priests. My cousin did not hear, I may have reacted very differently if she had, but I have always felt I let myself down badly by not having the courage to pull him. The fact I could let down someone I loved really bothers me. 

2. In November 1981, I was living in Stockholm and went to see Swedish band Ebba Gron. At the gig were English punk band Theatre of Hate, who were having a night off. They went to check out the local competition. I got chatting to Billy Duffy, the guitarist, a fellow Man City fan. He offered me a job as a guitar tech, as his one had just left. I turned it down as I was happy with my girlfriend there. I have always regretted that. Billy went on to be the guitarist of The Cult and is a legend.

3. In November 1980, The False Dots made a demo with four songs on, one of which as called Fog. We played it to Ted Carroll at Chiswick records. When we recorded it, I removed all Craig Withecombes guitars and replaced them with a Korg Synth. Craig was furious, but it was the right decision. I'd borrowed the synth from a mate, who we called Moje. Ted loved Fog, hated the other tracks and told us to record some more stuff like that. Sadly I'd given the synth back to Moje. I should have listened and bought a synth! About a year later, Craig told me that he had realised I was right to put the synth on. 

4. In 1975, I made my O Level choices. I was under the deluded impression that I was academically gifted, so I chose physics, biology, French and chemistry.  The school suggested that as my grades were awful, I did building studies. As this meant a day out of school, I took this option. I scraped a C at physics and failed the others. To this day, Chemistry has baffled me. I wish I'd done art subjects. I wasted three years doing things I've never used. 

5. Not taking over the main role as lead singer of The False Dots in 1980, when Pete Conway quit the band. When we formed, it was always agreed that Pete would be the lead singer. When he left, I sang a few songs, but I didn't have the self confidence at the time to put my heart into it. I realised that I could hide behind the guitar. In 2021, over forty years later, when Allen Ashley left the band, I stepped up, out of necessity. I realised that I was a natural. I am not a great singer technically, but I think I am an excellent front man and I write songs that suit my voice. Had I realised this 41 years ago, the whole course of my life would've been different. The truth is that it is all about confidence. I have a degree of confidence now that I lacked then. 

6. Not having more kids. I never wanted any. In fact I was a bit cross when I found out my missus was pregnant. I thought I'd be a lousy father and the whole concept scared me to death. I hate doing things badly, but I saw no way I'd make a good parent. I am not sure I have but I picked my partner well and she is wonderful. I wish I had  few more of them running around now

Have a great weekend. Here's a tune for you! This is for all my Arsenal supporting mates. Enjoy while the moment is there!

Rock and Roll Stories #67 - The death of a dream

 When I saw the Ramones on the 6th June 1977 at The Roundhouse, it was the most important moment in my life. It was also the most exciting. I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to be in a band. by 1990, I had totally fallen out of love with music. A cursory glance at the no 1's of the year gives a clue. The low point was in September. One of my favourite tracks, by one of my favourite artists hit the No 1 slot. When The Joker by The Steve Miller band hit No 1, I was horrified. I suppose I should have been delighted to see a track I love at the top of the charts, but it was there because it had been used in a rather brilliant Levi's advert. I felt that if the only way Steve Miller could get a No 1 in the UK was license a track for a Levi's ad, what was the point of it all?

The whole vibe of the music scene had changed. Most venues were operating 'pay to play' policies. Places such as The Rock Garden would give you 50 tickets and ask you for £100. You'd then be expected to sell the for  £5 each. They would say you could make £150. There were even worse examples. The False Dots were finding it impossible to get get gigs. It felt like we were putting a lot of effort in and it was all a complete waste of time. Ironically, some of the songs we were writing were excellent. The problem was that no one had much enthusiasm. We'd book rehearsals and band members wouldn't turn up or would be an hour late. There were no mobile phones, so I was getting more and more frustrated. 

One day, I walked down to the studio in the rain, waited an hour and a a half, no one showed up. I went home and decided I realised that the flame had gone out. I thought that rather than try and keep flogging the dead horse, I'd just put it out of its misery quietly. I didn't say anything, I just didn't arrange any rehearsals. After two weeks, no one had got in touch. A week later, Tony who was singing for us and was brilliant asked when we would be rehearsing again. I told him that I was taking a break. He was genuinely disappointed and I felt awful, but I knew it was right for me at the time. I never actually discussed it with Paul and Graham, I just stopped organising rehearsals, they didn’t seem bothered and we all got on with life.

I genuinely thought I was done with being in a band. It may sound strange but it was a huge relief. I felt no sense of loss, just a liberation to do other things. I put the guitar down and didn’t pick it up for ten years. I want done with music though. I had a studio business to build. But that’s another story

Jimmy Savile - Why did he get away with it?

 One of the most depressing, but enlightening moments of my life was when I was 20 and I went with my then girlfriend to Hendon Magistrates Court, to give her moral support when she testified against a dangerous driver who had knocked her off her bike. There were two cases before her. The first one, was a child molester, who had been exposing himself to young girls in the park. He was an extremely unpleasant character with a long string of convictions for similar offences. He span a cock and bull story that even I saw through immediately. Apprently he had a new girlfriend and was a reformed character. The magistrates let him off with a caution. I was completely disgusted. The next case was a retired milkman. The Police had stopped him for driving a car with a rusty bumper. The police considered it to be dangerous. He admitted that he should have noticed the rust. The result? A £200 fine and a 1 year ban from driving. He had also heard the previous case and asked the Magistrate if they really though his offence was worse than flashing at children. The Magistrate warned him to be quiet and told him he would be taken to the cells for contempt of court if he didn't leave. It gave me some idea of what the English legal system thinks is important. 

It was the first time in my life that I realised that whilst 99% of the population are revolted by people who abuse children, the people who actually make the law really don't care. I've been to court on a couple of other occasions since, to support friends. Each time, there have been similar instances of such miscarriages (IMHO) of justice. Had it happened just once, in Hendon, maybe I'd have put it down to an abberation. As someone raised in the Roman Catholic faith, I am sadly only too aware of the institutional toleration of child abusers. I must add that I personally have never seen it first hand. I know plenty who have. Many parents did not do the right thing out of respect for the Church. When there were complaints, Priests simply got moved and carried on elsewhere. I am convinced that the non reporting of abuse by parents was a major factor in it running rife. Having said that, the more I learn the more I realise that it isn't just the Churches. 

In Northern Ireland, we see a situation where a Knight of the Realm and former first minister is being tried for sexual abuse. The case of Cyril Smith is as well documented as it is horrific. Social media has been ablaze with anger about 'grooming gangs'. There is a rather strange narrative that we don't have a problem in the indiginous population with the same issues. Whilst it suits some wannabee politicians and a lot of noisy voices on social media to pretend that it is not a problem for 'ordinary English people' the reason such things thrive is because the Police and Courts do not and never have taken sexual abuse of children seriously. 

I know this only too well. I had a run in with one such character, who had a criminal record for abusing a seven year old girl, and served a (far too short) prison sentence for it. He had managed to infiltrate a local community group doing 'social media' for them (ie filming children performing ballet at community events, etc). It was clear from his social media postings that he was also involved in other activities with under age girls. I raised this with the Police. They were not in the least bit interested. The said individual then accused me of 'harrassment' for reporting him. I was told that 'Whilst you have done nothing wrong, you should steer well clear of him, as it could be perceived as harrassment if he made another complaint'. The community group was wound up, as the Chairman of it was not prepared to commit to proper safeguarding protocols. The sorry individual to this day lives in Mill Hill and spends his life posting on Twitter, rather oddly attacking grooming gangs and spouting right wing propaganda. 

What no one ever explained to me was why the Police were totally uninterested in the safety of the young people in Mill Hill who he posed a threat to. It was 100% clear that he was seeking to get involved in all manner of activity that involved young girls, but this was not a matter of interest to the authorities. So why are the authorities so disinterested in keeping children safe? To me, the answer is quite simple. If the law was fit for purpose to deal with grooming gangs, it would also be fit for purpose to stop the rest of them as well. All of the people in positions of authority, who are quite happy to see people get away with indulging their depraved fantasies with children if they are part of the establishment, know that if the law is fit for purpose to catch the people who are not part of the cosy club, then the cosy club that is happy to tolerate such behaviour will come to an end.

People often have said to me "How do you think Jimmy Saville OBE got away with it?". My reply is always the same. The question is not how, but why. And the answer is two pronged. The first part is because the law is set up to allow people like Savile, who have rich powerful friends (who may or may not share his interests), to get away with it. Which leads us to the second part of the answer. It is clear that the British Establishment does not want a situation where people can be held to account for such abuse. As far as they are concerned, if that means that young girls in Bradford etc get damaged by grooming gangs, so be it, as far as they are concerned.

I was looking at the Donaldson case. A disturbing thought occurred to me. His party, The Ulster Unionists (of different flavours) had run the show for decades. In recent years, their nemisis Sinn Fein took over. If the Unionists were still running the show, would Donaldson be in court today? You can draw your own conclusions. I have. 

Strange goings on at Barnet Council

Perhaps the oddest thing I've ever seen in my years covering Barnet Council is the arrangement  between the Labour Party and the Tories to carve up the council between them, following the results in the May elections. Both parties finished up with 31 councillors and the Green party ended up with 1. This technically meant that the Greens held the balance of power. Only it didn't mean that at all. To my surprise, Labour and the Tories united to freeze the Greens out. There are more details, with comments from Barnets Labour and Conservative leaders, as well as from Charli Thompson, the Green councillor in this London Daily article.

One may wonder why a Green councillor, who until relatively recently was a member of the Labour party has effectively been shut out and disenfranchised. A friendly Tory councillor, who does not wish to be named told me "The Green councillor is a Corbynite with strongly anti Israel views and both the Labour party and ourselves felt that for the good of Barnet's voters, an arrangement between sensible grown up individuals was preferable to having such a person effectively having the casting vote over every council decision".

I am fascinated to see how these 'arrangements' will work. I know that Peter Zinkin, leader of the Conservatives is above all a pragmatist. Most of what London's councils do is statuatory. Under the Tories 20 years from 2002-2022, all manner of ideologically driven schemes were introduced, most of which failed miserably. Councillor Zinkin privately admitted to me that the One Barnet outsourcing programme was managed badly. Labour have spent much of their term trying to untangle the mess, with limited success. I can't really see the Tories having much apetite in the near future to go down that road again. 

I suspect that both parties see the attraction in saying that a vote for the Greens (or Reform for that matter) is a wasted vote. Should the arrangements endure until the next election, no doubt the Tories will claim that everything good was down to their scrutiny and Labour will claim that they need a mandate to do anything, if they are perceived as doing a bad job. 

I am amazed at the general silence surrounding all of this and the lack of comment. The artists formally known as 'The Barnet Bloggers' have said nothing on their blogs. It tells us a few rather interesting things. The first is that on the political spectrum, Labour and the Tories are far closer together than Labour and the Greens. The second is that the political establishment at the council does not want to make it easy for entryist parties. The third is that people who are openly critical of the Israel are not going to easily be granted access to any sort of power in the London Borough of Barnet.

My gut feeling is that the biggest winners of all this are the paid executive directors at Barnet Council. I suspect that Labour are not going to try and push anything through that is in anyway controversial and the Tories are not going to make life too difficult for them. As for our Lone Ranger Green Councillor, I suspect that they will find that being in a minority of one, in a room where 62 other people think you are bonkers will not be much fun. If I was in her position, I would look for some obvious quick wins, that are eminently sensible and start shouting about them very loudly. As she doesn't appear to have an X account, this may be hard for her. I would also suggest concentrating on the job in hand, getting the best services for the residents of Barnet, rather than using the post as a soapbox. But hey, what do I know, whenever I tried to get elected I failed miserably. 

Announcement - We Don't Live in America - 4th Of July Special! Mark your diaries

At the start of the year, I was working on a new album for my band. The title was provisionally set as "It's behind you".  This was also the provisional title of our next single. The single became "Big Hairy Spider", as the band rightly overruled me and said it was more memorable and catchy. The album? Well last year, I was becoming increasingly irritated by the infiltration of our culture and politics by Trumpite politics and mindsets. I love many things about the USA, it is where much of the music I love originates, Motown, Stax, NYC Punk, West Coast Psychedelia. I grew up watching the NASA moonshots in awe. I love American gangster films, such as The Godfather and gritty TV series such as The Sopranos and ER. But I am not and have never wanted to be American. I deplore the turn American politics has taken over the last decade or so. There is still much good about it, but watching the rise of Trumpism has made the world a worse place. Now I believe in Democracy and if America wants to choose a path they don't like, that is their choice and it is none of my business.

However when Americans right wingers start poking their nose in over here, it crosses a line. Being a zillionaire and owning a social media platform gives you a degree of influence that, if misused, can be very dangerous.  What disturbs me more than the Trumps and Elon Musks of this world poking their nose into our business, is the fact that our won right wingers do not see the irony of launching a "Unite the Kingdom" protest and asking a bunch of dodgy foreigners to turn up and spout claptrap.

I am English,. I am happy and proud to be English. My band played a St George's day celebration, as we are all proud to be Londoners living in England.  But our sort of Englishness is a very different one to the aggressive form of Nationalism that the likes of Tommy Robinson espouse. We are the England of  cups of tea, warm beer, fish and chips, currys, Roast beef on Sunday. We like waving flags, but in the right context, at The Proms or at a football match. Not in someones face to intimdate them. 

I wrote a song called "We don't live in America" to celebrate, good mannered, polite, welcoming Englishness. A country which is grown up and so we don't give the police guns, or electrocute villains. It celebrates the fact that we can have a laugh and it also celebrates the quirks of London language. 

We don’t have a president with big big cars
We don’t have a flag which has any stars 

We don’t fry villains in Electric chair!
We’re not allowed guns and we don’t care 
 
We call all our mates something rude
We love a cup of tea to wash down food
We knock back beers with indecent hurry
And have three more with a Ruby Murrey
Restaurant portions aren’t that big
But then again we aint greedy pigs
Chips are something we eat with fish
Roast beef dinner is our national dish
 
We drink warm beer, kick round footballs
We love the proms at the Albert Hall 

Liz was the boss, now we’ve got a King
He wears a crown and genuine Bling 
We moan at the bus stop in the rain
And dream of a holiday over in Spain
If you want a ciggie it’s an oily rag!
When you see the Queen she don’t wear drag

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The song has become a key part of the set. Many people have come up to us and said that they love the sentiment. We agreed that it was the logical title for the album and the logical date for the album launch was clearly the 4th July. The date when Great Britain and the USA went their separate ways. 

Once we'd made the decision we realised that the tracks were very English and it worked extremely well. The album is a celebration of UK culture and living in and growing up in London. The tracks are very much about the life and times of the band growing up and growing old in London.

So what are they?

Dave The Roadie -  A celebration of the people who keep bands going. It is a mash up of about four people I know, who all made a massive non playing contribution to the band in the early years. Bands like The False Dots have only ever survived on good will, people lending us vans, driving us around and generally just being there. Our character Dave, smokes too much hashish, lives in Burnt Oak, has a very disfunctional family and a very hot sister. But we've all grown up, what happened to Dave? Well it is a story of redemption!

Electric Ballroom - This song was originally entitled Reality Ballroom and was co-written by myself and my original band mate Pete Conway, after he had an unfortunate experience at the Electric Ballroom, where he drank too much, passed out in the toilet and woke up after everyone had gone home and the venue was deserted. When Pete left the band, I rewrote the lyrics. I felt that Pete's version had made a classic mistake of trying to do too much and had lost its focus. I reshaped the first two verses to tell the story exactly as he told me. The third verse, where it is resolved, was my own experience, after drinking too much at Dingwalls. We played it a couple of times, but moved on. Our new version slows it down and makes it very psychedelic. Many of our fans tell us that they had similar experiences. It is a real favourite.

Please Myself - Allen Ashey was the singer of the band in 1985 and from 2012-2020. Allen wrote this song as a diatribe against the Internet and the trolls that inhabit it. It fits in perfectly with the theme. Allen wrote it in 2016-7, it seems very prophetic about the rise of a certain US tech zillionaire. Tom sings it.

Chinese Nosh - This is to me a very London song. London used to be full of family run, cheap Chinese takeaways. Mill Hill had one on station road, that had various names, The New China Garden, The Moon House, Wok Express, Hees are a few! I loved it. I probably weigh 3kg more due to their efforts. I was good friends with the family when it was The Moon House and this is my tribute to them and all of the other such people who keep us drunks in late night food!

Rambo's Rampage - Although I wrote this, it is based on the stories of our drummer Gray Ramsey and  how he became a Mod after seeing Quadraphenia and witnessing the lovely Leslie Ash in action. 

The Crows - I wrote this as a result of seeing the regeneration of The London Borough of Barnet, over my lifetime. The demise of outdoor swimming pools, Woolworths, warm beer in pubs, police on the beat, semi detached houses. They've been replaced by police cars hurtling around with sirens blaring, supermarkets selling super strength beers, to be consumed on park benches and the smell of skunk weed everywhere. It simply doesn't occur to planners that if there's nowhere for bored teenagers to go and nothing for them to do, you get anti social behaviour. A proper bouncy Ska song though. 

Hadley FC we love you - The title says it all. Our tribute to Non League football. Tom sings. The English love of lower league football is a wonderful thing. Our next single.

Big Hairy Spider - Our last single. A mash up of Ska and Punk, with Benny Hill thrown in. This is the sort of song that only gets written in London!

Pusher Man - Perhaps our meanest song. Like "Dave The Roadie" this song is based on several people I used to know. The local drug dealers, that used to serve the locality when we were teenagers. The nastiest song I've written for decades. It is a bit of a warning to people to be careful what you are getting into. This is based on things that these characters actually told me they'd been up to. Back in the day, it was mostly Hashish being sold by freelance dealers. Now it is all part of a very big, well organised business. I lost interest in such things many decades ago. Back in 1986-7, I shared a flat with a couple of such characters. It was no fun.

Wrong - The first song that the False Dots played at their first ever rehearsal in 1979. I think it could have been written yesterday. It's a 45 second long blast of punk anger. It needs to be said. Still. 

Traitors -  The middle 8 was written in 1568, by an ancestor of mine, Chidiok Tichborne, as he awaited execution in the Tower of London, for being part of a plot to assassinate Queen Elisabeth I. I always felt he was a kindred spirit, although I've never really been tempted to assinated anyone. Then again, we don't have religious repression in the UK anymore. The rest of the song, I wrote whilst on holiday in Florida in 2017, lying on a lounger whilst the family enjoyed the swimming pool. I'd always wanted to incorporate some of "The Tichborne Elegy" into a False Dots song. I hope Chidiok would approve. It is very different to anything we've ever done. I like the idea of a song that is in parts nearly 500 years old. Sadly, in this world, people are still being executed. Just not in the UK. Some things are worth fighting for. You will have to wait to hear what it sounds like though. 

We don't live in America. Coming on the 4th July. We hope you like it.

The Sunday Reflection #86 - Three steps to happiness

 Are you happy? Now of course, none of us can be happy all of the time. All sorts of things can derail our happiness. A good friend of mine has one of their adult children in hospital at the moment, and at such moments, I would guess that happiness is impossible. But for most of us, happily such moments are passing obstacles. I have always felt that my default setting is happy. I work very hard at keeping that true. I have always tried to share that with my friends and family. My wife was very cross with me on Friday. I went out and bought some very expensive beef. I then organised a barbecue with our children and local nephews. It was a wonderful night. We drank and ate far too much, but such balmy, warm evenings are fairly rare, so it seemed to good an opportunity to miss. I have friends who's default setting is miserable. Some people are never happier than when they are moaning. They seek out things to be unhappy about and revel in the misery that it brings them. If there was a door marked "enter for misery and despair" I would avoid it like the plague, but I am sure some of my mates would march in and revel in it. What has always intrigued me is the way that some people work so hard at being miserable, getting angry and finding reasons to pick arguments.

What always intrigues me, is that on the rare occasion that I challenge them, they always give me a thousand reasons why I am lucky and they have a life of woe. My view is that when you get to sixty years old, any good or bad things in your life (apart from health, war and the taxman) are there because to some extent you have chosen to have them there. I have no idea why some of us choose to see the glass as half full and some always see it as half empty. My Dad once advised me "Never worry about whether the glass is half empty or half full, what you really need to worry about is whether you have enough in your wallet to buy the next drink". I laughed, but he explained "No, I am serious. Always have something to look forward to. It might be the next pint, it might be the next holiday, it might be your birthday party. But always have something that makes you happy on the horizon". If you've got something to look forward to in life, the mundane drudgery always seems easier. 

The second lesson I learned, when it comes to happiness, is that some people drag you down and make you miserable. I think of them as psychic vampires or energy voids. I am not talking about people who are just a bit dour and glass half full. There are some people who can suck all of the energy and life out of a room full of people. It took me a long, long time to realise that such people do it as a deliberate policy. It is bad enough when they are part of a friendship group, but it is a thousand times worse when you work with them and they have a degree of power over you. I have generally been lucky, but twice in my life, I've had managers who were deliberately nasty and destructive. What really shocked me, was that they choose their moments well. When I was at BT, my then boss waited until my Father passed away unexpectedly to pounce. They then went in hard and did everything they could to undermine me in the eyes of my colleagues. I was at an emotional low, but I am a strong person. I did not take it, but I realised that even though the job was in some ways a perfect job for me, with great prospects, I couldn't be around that person, so I left and took a worse job elsewhere. When I left, I could not have been happier. I only realised the burdon of hate and vitriol I was carrying as a result of their behaviour. If someone is making you unhappy, and the problem cannot be fixed, then extracate yourself from the situation, even if there is a financial penalty.

The third lesson, the one which seems impossible in the year 2026 is to give yourself time to relax and appreciate the beauty in the world. With the internet, mobile phones, AI queries, Facebook..... it is so easy to get wrapped up in the virtual universe. What I have noticed is that just about every social media platform has a very dark underbelly. In X.COM/Twitter it is trolls that seek to spread misery and hatred. On Facebook it is paid adverts that push things you don't want to solve problems you don't have. On Whatsapp groups it is finding out that people you like have obnoxious views. My advice is to put own the phone, chill out and reconnect with the Sun, the sky, the trees and flowers in our gardens and streets. Enjoy the sunshine, enjoy the snow. Set yourself slots to do stuff online and set yourself slots where you are not worrying about all of that sort of thing. It can be hard, but appreciate the natural world. I see so many people walking their dogs, not paying attention to the lovely parks and open spaces, getting cross when their dog doesn't get a move on. Dogs live a very Zen life. We can learn a lot from them!

Anyway, have a great Sunday. I am going out in the garden to enjoy the sunshine and to chill with a cold glass of iced tea! I have a lovely garden, I made this video with footage from it and a track by The False Dots about fifteen years ago. Connie Abbe is singing.

The Saturday List #380 - London Symphonies - The ten things that make 'my London'

 London is an ever changing enigma. It seems like you blink your eye and something that you thought would be there forever has been replaced. Back in around 2018, when Allen Ashley was in the band, we decided that after we'd released our album "Songs of Love and War", we'd start work on a brand new project called London Symphonies. As it was, neither album got released. Songs of Love and War was largely material we'd written in 1985 and a few newer songs. London Symphonies was meant to be a celebration of all things London. The idea was that it would be more than a simple album, it would be a collection of stories, short films and poems, as well as the tunes. I set up a website and we started planning. The pandemic meant Allen stopped working with the band. Originally, the album "A finger in the Sun" was to be London Symphonies, but as it evolved, it was clear that it wasn't that.

I set up a website, put some of the material up and the plan was for it to evolve over time. As the band moved away from what we were doing with Allen, it seemed less and less relevant to the project. The band have been working hard on the follow up, which is called "We don't live in America". I think it is a real tour de force of The False Dots work and ethics. But it is done, it will be released on July 4th. So I started to think 'What next? Should I revisit London Symphonies as the theme?".  Where to start? What is London to me? I realised that although I had a rough idea of what I wanted to say, I wasn't really distilling the idea into a state where it could coherently hang together. As I love a list, I thought "why not make a list of what makes my London". So here you go. These are the things that make me love London.

1. Thameslink. I used it every day for nearly 40 years for work, and I know it can be a nightmare. But it stops in Mill Hill and it means I can go more or less anywhere in London in less than an hour. I think every Londoner has a favourite bus, tube or train line. There are many wonderful things about it. It has two of the best stations in the world. Blackfriars has a unique view of the Thames, that always takes my breath away. St Pancras is a wonder of Victorian architecture. It is also a wonder of upcycling. In the 1970's British Rail decided it should be knocked down. Sir John Betjamin had other ideas and lead a campaign to save it.  He won.  For decades, it languished, semi derelict, a monument to a bygone era of Railway. Then it was transformed for the Eurostar network. It was given a makeover and is a shining example of what you can do with a great space and vision. I love the piano's plinking and the noticeboards which display destinations as diverse as Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam, Brighton, Margate and Luton. Thameslink is a metaphor for London. When it is bad, it is awful, but when it works it is brilliant. It encompasses new and old and links the Midlands and the North with Europe. If I was ever made the Dictator of Britain, I'd bring back the Thames-Clyde Express that ran from St Pancras to Glasgow. I think such a station deserves such a service. Scotland should be on that noticeboard along with all the Thameslink trains. 

2. The Southampton Arms. I always have a favourite pub in London. London changes, Pubs change, but right now, this is my favourite. It is officially an ale, cider and pie house. It has a great range of real ales and some tasty pies. It isn't a gastro pub. It is a place you go for a beer with your mates. Needless to say, it is in Kentish Town on the Thameslink line. It is not a posh, swanky venue, but you feel like you are having a pint in proper London when you go there.

3. The Mill Hill Tandoori. We all have our favourite restaurant. My favourite cuisine is Indian and it is my local. The restaruant first opened in 1974 and the current owners moved in in 1979. I had the last curry with my Dad in there in 1976. The owner, Mr Lemon, is getting on. His kids are well qualified and don't want to run a restaurant and I suspect that the fuse is burning. I will appreciate it as best I can whilst it is still there. London used to be full of cheap and cheerful Indian restaurants, they are disappearing before our eyes

4. The Dublin Castle. No one lives in London for the weather or the beaches. We live here for the art and culture. Music is my thing. I probably go to more gigs in a year than many go in a lifetime. The Dublin Castle is my favourite grassroots venue, not least because my band has a residency there. I have seen some amazing nights there, both when we've been playing and as an ordinary punter. It has the best memorabilia of anywhere. It is worth having a pint just to look at them. Like most things in London, it is far from perfect, but it is my musical spiritual home.

5. The Little Portland Cafe. I've always had a favourite cafe. Like much of what I love, they are disappearing. As I've mentioned before, I always had one near my offices in London. All of those are now closed. Through my cancer treatment, I've had to visit Westmoreland St far more than I'd liked. I came across the Little Portland Cafe and it makes the trips for MRI's etc bearable. They do a stonking full English.

6. Castle's Pie and Mash. I love Pie and Mash. Castles in Camden is my favourite. My family don't really get it, but for me, it is a real pleasure. If I am mooching around Camden, I will start with Pie and Mash. If I could change one thing about my wonderful wife, it would be a love of pie and mash, so we could share it.

7. The Mayflower walks. London has the best walks. As your can probably guess, I like walks with regular pub breaks. The Mayflower pub is on the banks of the Thames, it has great views and is a wonderful place to start or end a walk. They do a good Sunday lunch as well. One of my favourite walk is from/to The Prospect of Whitby, via Tower Bridge to the Mayflower, stopping at various pubs on the way.

8. Ronnie Scotts. I am not really a Jazz buff, but there are a few Jazz artists I love. Ronnies is the best place to see them. In June, I'll be there twice in two days. On the 14th for The Jive Aces and on the 15th for New York legend Ben Sidran. 

9. The Kiln Theatre. Theatre isn't really my thing either. I'm not a massive lover of big West End shows, I much prefer small theatres and productions. The Kiln in Kilburn is a definite favourite. It's a ten minute walk from West Hampstead Thameslink station. Perhaps my favourite night at the theatre ever was there. It was a show called "The man who wears womens shoes" by Mikel Murfi. 

10. The London International Ska Festival Ska Cruise. London only exists because of the River Thames. The very best way to see it is on a London International Ska Festival Cruise. I am lucky that as a sponsor, I get free tickets. It never ceases to amaze me how wonderful London is. There is one coming up on the 6th June - Find out more here Facebook

The best/worst thing about London is that if I am still writing this blog in ten years, I suspect that at least half of these things will not be around or on the list. When I was about five, my Dad took me for pie and chips at my favourite cafe in Mill Hill. Being with my Dad, eating pie and chips and having a cup of tea was the best thing ever. I told him and he replied saying "If you really enjoy something, use it because the biggest mistake people make is to forget that nothing lasts forever". When the cafe shut, I shed a tear or two. It is now the Mill Hill Tandoori. Things change, sometimes they are better, sometimes they are worse, sometimes they are just different. 

Rock and Roll Stories #66 - Life begins at 60!

 My Mum used to say "Youth is wasted on the young". I never really understood what she meant. In 2022 I turned 60 years old. It never occurred to me that I'd live that long. It was a strange period of my life. The country was emerging from lockdown. The band had gone through a massive change. In January 2021, our drummer Graham's son had taken his own life. The country was in lockdown. Our singer was not prepared to rehearse, for reasons related to the pandemic. I knew it was vital to get Graham out and playing. The band had a set full of songs written for our former singer, which were not in a range or style that suited me. But needs must. We started rehearsing as a three piece with me singing. I started frantically writing new songs, that I could perform properly. The last thing on my mind was gigging and recording. It was just about playing together as a band and supporting Graham.

The songs came together pretty well and in December 2021, we released a video of Sunday in the 70's, one of the new numbers. I managed to get some footage of a commercial I appeared in, back in 1968. I spliced it in, which got some interest.

It got a great reception and gave us some encouragement. By June 2022, a couple of months before my 60th, we had a set that we felt we could play publicly, without embarrassing ourselves. We did a short set at the Mill Hill Music Festival, premiereing the new set. It was really well received. I booked a party at the Bohemia in Finchley, for my 60th in August. The band played and again we got a great reception. It hadn't really occurred to me that we'd get such a good response to the new set. A couple of weeks later, Tony from The Dublin Castle got in touch. He'd had a blow out from some bands he'd booked. Did I know anyone who might want to do a Wednesday night gig in September. I said Yes, Me!". I hurriedly hacked a video together for The Burnt Oak Boogie, to help us promote the gig. 

I expected ten people to come. It was really well attended. The video went viral and got 5,000 views. Tony asked us to do another gig. More gigs at the Dublin Castle and other London venues followed. We went to Portugal and recorded an album "A finger in the Sun" with Boz Boorer. It was a real blast. 

In September 2023, I asked Tom Hammond, who I knew from Hadley FC to add some trumpet to a few tracks. He came down and the whole thing just really came together and went up a notch. More gigs followed. This year, the highlight, so far, has been playing the London International Ska Festival at the 100 club. I turn 64 this year. I am having more fun playing now than I ever have. Age has mellowed me. Our band is a complete blast to play in. We have built up a bit of a following and people are asking us to play. 

When we first started rehearsing again in 2022, I had no idea that it would lead to any of this. When I was a teenager and the band really were working hard to make it, I never particularly had fun. I was far too serious. I am still serious about our music, but it is a blast. The only problem is that after I play, I am completely zonked, as I put everything into the shows. Mum was right! "Youth really is wasted on the young". It seems that life really does begin at 60. I always thought that the story of how The False Dots got together leading up to our first gig would make a  great film. I am starting to think that the Phoenix like rise of us since Covid would make an even better one.

While you can still boogie, never give up!

Information poverty - why you need to understand what it means and how it will change your life

I saw a really interesting fact yesterday. Dd you know that Advanced AI models that "think" and show their work step-by-step (like DeepSeek R1) can consume anywhere from 1 watt/hour to 10 watt/ hours or more per interaction. A quick AI search revealed that the UK may generate up to 250,000,000 queries a day. This is expected to grow by at least 25% through till 2033. 

Furthermore, as queries get more complex, this will increase. Based on UK energy prices, every four complex AI query you do costs 1p worth of energy. Data centres are going up all over the world and these are power hungry. City AM produced a report stating that data centres will consume one tenth of all the worlds energy by 2050. Given that the UK already has a situation where we are vulnerable to energy insecurity, this situation will completely derail the UK economy.  In the UK, large-scale power stations take anywhere from 5 to 20+ years to progress from initial planning to generation, depending heavily on the technology. While actual construction takes 2 to 10 years, the headline timeline is severely stretched by planning consultations, grid connection queues, and regulatory approvals. If the UK is to cope with the increase in power requirements for the AI economy, then we need to start planning now. 2050 may sound like a long time in the future, but if we decide we need large scale nuclear plants, then if we start planning now, they will just be coming on line in 2045.

Most of us use AI on a daily basis and don't evern realise, half of the time. When you get a Google summary, that is AI. If you use Spotify, they use AI to try and give you songs you like. Over the next few years, more and more gadgets will come into our homes, that are powered by AI. Our cars will use AI, navigation systems already do, to help you avoid traffic.

At present, most people in the UK don't pay directly to use AI tools at home. It is a different story at work. I was having a beer on Tuesday with a mate who works for the authority that regulates inter bank payments, and he was telling me that he is part of a large project using AI to improve their processes. Huge sums are being invested. The reason? So that they can cut staff. Commercial companies that sell AI related products and services are booming. It is not clear to me that all of these are delivering. From what I heard, the jury is out on that. AI will definitely be a major tool in years to come, but I suspect that the executives who are spending the money on the products do not understand the technology and are blinded by salesmen, who probably don't know either.  Companies do not want to get left behind, so they are investing huge sums, I suspect that much of this will not deliver the advantages that the execs anticipated. The challenge is to understand areas where there will be real, tangible gains delivered by the investment. It is clear though that AI is going nowhere and at the moment, it is the area to be in. 

The issue for younger people entering the workplace is that AI may well make many jobs and careers that were previously lucrative and secure redundant. Perhaps more difficult, will be that it will be almost impossible for young, well educated people to plan a career. My advice would be to be prepared to be adaptable and to try and stay ahead of the curve when it comes to seeing where this technology is taking us. 

What concerns me more though, is that many will be left behind. The tech moguls who are investing trillions in these platforms are  not doing it for the universal good of humanity. They are doing it to make money. In the new world, information will be the new currency. As every query costs a tangible amount of money to satisfy, in terms of energy and infrastructure, any rational businessman would seek to recover that money. It is well known that drug dealers build customer bases by being nice and giving away a few freebies. Once people decide they enjoy the hit, then they pay. I can see no way that companies like Google will continue to give away complex queries for free.  What we will get is a two tier system, where those that pay get a Rolls Royce service and those that can't or won't will get a very basic IT environment that is pretty shoddy. In short, they will be victims of Information poverty. What is that, you may ask?

Information poverty is the inability to effectively access, interpret, or apply essential information. It goes beyond just lacking an internet connection; it encompasses a lack of the skills, resources, or systemic support needed to participate fully in society and utilize information for health, wealth, or well-being.The concept is typically driven by three main pillars:Infrastructure & Access: The physical or economic barriers to getting information, such as lacking digital devices, libraries, or robust broadband.Literacy & Skills: Not having the education, language skills, or digital literacy required to comprehend, evaluate, and act on the information.Cultural & Psychological Barriers: Environments where social norms discourage asking for help, or where people become suspicious of outside information, leading to isolation or self-protective secrecy.

Now many people my age, who are well off may say "so what?". Well for us, maybe it doesn't matter. But what about those that have children and simply can't afford to pay for the subscriptions that their children need to acquire the basic tools to thrive in the modern world? It has long been recognised that when people get left behind, we get social unrest and problems in society. 

We recently had elections in the UK. It rather looks like we will have a new Prime Minister soon. We heard a lot about the problems facing the UK but no one mentioned Information poverty or the steps needed to prevent it. If and when the UK starts running short of power to satisfy AI queries, AI will not go away. It will become expensive. This will increase inequality and social unrest in the UK. You may not think this will affect you. But when people are marginalised we become less safe. When you see anti social behaviour and crime, this is driven by inequality in the UK.Back in 1967, Country Joe McDonald wrote a very ironic and bitter song called Harlem, highlighting the social inequality in New York City and the poverty and crime in Harlem.  It wouldn't get played on the radio today because the language used would be totally unacceptable. but it was making a very strong point. You may wish to consider the last two lines "But if you can't go to Harlem, that's New York City, Maybe you'll be lucky and Harlem will come to you"

Every year I set myself a challenge. My challenge this year was to embrace AI and understand its capabilities. As a musician, I used an AI video generation tool to rework one of my bands videos. I've also been using AI mastering tools for the bands new album. The bottom line is that I couldn't do these things without AI. I have to pay for these services. I am a have. Have a look at this, if a fool like me with no experience of animation can do this (it cost about £200) then think what AI can do for people who actually have a clue.

Racism? Assimilation? Integration? Multi Culturalism?

 If you are a white person, do you know why? Homo Sapiens pushed deep into the northern European cold steppes around 45,000 years ago, as proven by DNA and tools discovered at the Ranis Cave in Germany. Light skin pigmentation is a relatively recent evolutionary trait. Major depigmentation genes, like \(SLC24A5\) and \(SLC45A2\), originated in West Asian populations roughly 22,000 to 28,000 years ago. However, widespread light skin became ubiquitous in European populations much later, between 8,000 and 5,000 years ago, driven by adaptations to northern climates and diet. Blue eyes first emerged between 6,000 and 10,000 years ago due to a single genetic mutation. Because all blue-eyed individuals share this same exact mutation, scientists believe everyone with blue eyes today can trace their lineage back to one single common ancestor who likely lived in the Black Sea region.

I was fascinated to learn that for the majority of human inhabitation of Northern Europe, we were black. Specific DNA mutations made our skin lighten and evolutionary factors made that the prevalent gene pool. But the bottom line is that white skin and blue eyes are not only relatively new, they are not how we all originally looked. There are two ways that populations evolve. The first is a cell mutates and the second is that natural selection favours the mutation and over a period of time, the non mutated population dies out. So why did the white gene pool become the predominant one in Northern Europe? A science teacher at St Vincents explained that polar bears can see black people more easily in the snow, but white people are easier for tigers to spot in the jungle. I believed that for years, When I was in Scandinavia, I was told a differnt story. The Vikings preferred women with Blue eyes and pale skin and would murder their old wives if they got what they thought was a prettier specimen. Whatever the truth was, the Nortehrn European population became predomenantly white. Around 16% of the global population is white. 60% is Asian, 18% is black. Of the white Northern European population, about 6% have red hair. As we live in the UK, the figures are completely different in our communities.

I just wanted to lay this out before we discuss my chosen topic, Racism. I was at the 11.30 mass on Sunday at the Sacred Heart. Our Parish Priest Fr Chinedu is Nigerian. Until he came along, every Parish Priest had been of Irish descent. I would be surprised if we ever saw another Irish one in my lifetime. When I was a kid, the parishioners were largely of Irish descent, with a few Poles and Italians thrown in. The congregation is now probably 60% African. The ladies generally dress in their Sunday finest. Bright clothes are the order of the day. The Parish is thriving as a result of the large scale immigration London has seen. Africans, Eastern Europeans, Brazilians. There are still a few of us of Irish descent as well. Catholic means Universal and if you look at the congregation, you may well conclude that this is a suitable word for the congregation. I find the changes fascinating. Ten years ago, there were far more Eastern Europeans. I've no idea if they stopped going to mass or just gave up on the UK after Brexit. I know many members of all of the communities represented. I've been on various committees in the Parish and have worked with many members of these communities. One of the most popular events are the multi cultural nights. I often used to DJ and play a selection of world music. Many of the Nigerian Community were delighted when Fela Kuti and KinG Sunny Ade were played. The Congolese community were equally delighted to hear Mose Fan Fan, a studio customer. For me, such artist and their connections with London are a matter of pride. 

As regular readers will know, I play in Ska band. Ska music emerged in Jamaica in the 1960's and was a music form which many white people from the UK love. On Friday night, at Nambucca, I was absolutely delighted, when I went outside for a chat with the band, whilst they had a ciggie, when the bouncers (lads of African Heritage), told me that they loved our music and it was great to hear proper bass, rather than the heavy rock that is normally played at the venue. The first date I took my now wife on was in 1985 at Dingwalls, in Camden, to see Desmond Dekker. Without music of black origin, Jazz, Blues, Ska, Reggae, I have no idea what London's music scene would sound like. I know my life would be unmeasurably worse.

All of which makes me ask the question, that in all of our family trees, we have brown people with brown eyes, how can we even begin to entertain racism. If you are a racist, then you are someone who despises the majority of your ancestors. Of course, most racists in London know people from all sorts of communities. Even Tommy Robinson went for a curry after his "Unite the Nation" march last Saturday. They say, as a figleaf, it is not the colour, it is the lack of assimilation into the local community that they claim to be bothered about. I am never quite sure what this means. Is it that people feel more comfortable in the clothes they have always worn? Is it that they prefer the food that they were raised on (just like British Ex Pats in Torremolinos)? I had a blood test today. The Nurse who did it was not white and it is clear that she would dress in clothes more associated with her background outside of work. But she was charming and friendly and if she wasn't there I couldn't have a blood test. She works and contributes. It's her business what she does when she isn't working, as far as I am concerned. She has a vital job, working for the NHS. As far as I am concerned, anyone doing that has done more than enough to prove that they are integrated.

What the likes of Tommy Robinson and his mates were doubtless discussing was the failure of "Multi Cultural Britain".  Again this is a myth. Britain has a miniscule murder rate compared to countries such as the USA, where the rate is 5-6 times higher. We have universal health care that is free. We have the choice of cuisines that is unrivalled. There are problems, it would be foolish to pretend we don't, but much of the crime in the UK is linked to drug usage. The US has even worse problems. 

There is the old "they come over here, take our jobs, take our homes mantra" that gets reeled out. The likes of Farage have built a career on the back of this, but Farage has never said how he will address the UK's skills shortage. The economy is already creeking because we don't have the right mix of skills in our workforce. Deporting half a million immigrants will not solve this. It could destroy the economy and Farage knows it. Clearly a scenario where people are crossing the channel in boats, paying thousands of pounds to criminal gangs is completely wrong. But blaming them for a housing crisis that had its roots in Thatchers policy of selling off the council housing stock is completely irrational. It is the job of National governments to ensure that ordinary working people can afford decent housing. Not building enough housing stock for the population is divisive. Politicians know that. You have to ask why they allow such divisive situations to persist. 

So to sum up. I believe that corrupt politicians use the stick of racism to take our minds off the fact that they are taking us for a ride. How many politicians are homeless? How many use foodbanks? How many are struggling to pay bills? These are the people who decide what the UK spends its money on. Whilst we blame everyone else for our woes, they are safe and comfortable. The reason that Sir Keir Starmer is going to be booted out, is not because he's failed to address the housing crisis, or the UK skills crisis. It is because Labour MP's are worried that they will fall off the gravy train. And perhaps even worse, the reason Farage peddles all of his nonsense is because he wants himself and as many of his mates as possible to jump on the gravy train and fill their pockets with your cash. 

My advice to all of those who marched at the weekend. Some advice my Dad gave me when I was small "Make sure you know who your enemies are, but even more importantly, know what your friends are, because they are the people you put your trust in". 

The day I decided I'd had enough of it all

 I've been there three times. Only once have I ever actually reached the point I might act on it. That was only for about five seconds, but it may have been the second longest five seconds of my life. It was 1985, probably around April (I don't think I noted it). I had no girlfriend, the band had split up and I had no energy to put it back together. I have ned bosses at work, who were doing their best to get mey to leave without a payoff. The reason? I didn't have a degree and the company who'd bought the company I worked for didn't employ technical staff who didn't have degrees. I was sharing a flat with a couple of people, wo were dealing drugs from the residence. Money and possessions were being nicked by their clients. I'd come in to my own front room and people would go "Who the f**k is he". It wasn't any fun. Nothing was.  A year before, it all seemed too good. I had everything.  I am resilient, but it seemed like a perfect storm and I could see no way out of it. Some of it was my fault, the relationship break up, the disintegration of the band. Some of it wasn't, the job, the flat situation (I shared a flat and the former flatmates had moved out and been replaced by some dodgy characters, which I couldn't prevent, as I was outvoted). I was also having serious health issues, mostly caused by the misprescription of drugs by my former GP. In short, I was feeling extremely down. 

A friend of mine, who lived in Surrey,  was having a birthday party. I didn't want to go, but I had said I would. I wasn't in the mood to socialise with anyone. There is nothing more depressing than having to pretend to be enjoying yourself, when you are feeling terrible. The train journey was a long and boring one. It seemed to go on forever. I was on my own in a carriage, the train was formed of the old slam door stock. It was extremely hot, the heating was on, even though the weather was hot. I opened the window and there was a pleasant blast of cool air. I stiuck my head out of the window and enjoyed the sensation of the air rushing through my hair. I felt a wonderful feeling of peace. The train was going at a good pace. I saw, in the distance another train heading towards us on the opposite track. The thought came to me that I could simply open the door and step in front of it at the key moment, and none of my worries would exist anymore. It was the most appealing idea I've had for months. I watched the other train hurtle towards us. For about five seconds, I committed to simply letting go and jumping.

Then I thought about the guy driving the other train. If I was going to do such a thing, it would be extremely unfair to inflict it on him. My problems would go away, but everyone on both trains would be inconvenienced. The driver might get injured or psychologically scarred. Am I that thoughtless that I could do that? If I was to do such a thing, surely I should do it in such a way that I upset as few people as possible. If I could have just ceased to exist, and all memory of me be erased, that would be great, but I realised that however you do it, there are consequences. I suppose skydiving into a volcano might work, but not much chance of that in Surrey. I also hated the idea of a bunch of mourners standing around saying how sad it all was,when I was happy with the whole thing.

I sat down and felt even more miserable, then I had a moment of clarity. All of the things that were making me miserable were fixable. I could get another job, I could find another flat easily enough. Why stress about them. The band? Well surely I simply needed to learn from the mistakes. Why did it not work? Why did I lose control of the situation? The answer was easy for me. We needed better songs and I needed to play guitar better. Thats fixable, practice more. Do a songwriting course. My health?  I was thinking about it the wrong way. I needed to make changes. I needed to get my fitness back. I needed a new diet. I had been drinking too much. Then I'd been not drinking at all, as it was killing me, and so I stopped, then I recovered and I was drinking too much again. I enjoy drinking, but doing it every night didn't work. I realised that I was drinking because I don't like being bored and lonely and I hated being in the flat. The pub was better. But it was detrimental to my health to go every night. As for being in a relationship. It occurred to me that I needed to get my head together, before I would feel comfortable inflicting myself on anyone else.

The first thing was to sort out the job. Everything else could wait. I knew the bosses were scheming against me, I had to move first and get security. Then I could sort out the flat. Once I had the flat sorted, I could sort everything else out. Unless I wanted to date crackheads, I couldn't bring them back to the flat. But whilst I was living there, I could practice guitar more. I found a songwriting course, running in the evening. That was one evening out of the pub. A mate recommended a Yoga class, that was another evening, and that would help with the health. I stopped eating meat. I figured that this would make me more mindful of what I was eating.

I had not had a holiday for two years. I decided to go down to Cornwall and walk around it. My bosses were rather cross, they said "You've had three months off sick this year and now you want a holiday". I said "I need a holiday to recover". I pointed out that I had not had one for two years,which was probably why I'd got ill. It was just what I needed. When I got back, I felt recharged and ready. 

What shocked me was a couple of my mates told me they thought I was going down to Cornwall to end it all. They had wanted to come with me, but I said I needed time on my own. They had recognised that I was depressed and in a bad place before I went. I explained that I had been, but that was never the plan. I just needed to feel the wind and the spray from the sea on my face, whilst I made my plan.

I was back. The dark place I briefly visited on the train was long behind me. I cannot even conceive how I got to that place now. The fact that I considered a very permanent solution to what were temporary problems shocks me now. But I also know how detacted and disconnected we can become and I understand how people get to that place. I am genuinely not sure how close I came to opening that door. I would never judge anyone who did. I am just genuinely glad I didn't. Life has been good to me since then, but I couldn't see it for a short period of time.

The day I returned, my bosses informed me that they were recruiting my replacement. I was ready for them. I had a job lined up, it would double my pay, but was with a customer of our company. I told them that I'd go if they waived the "no poaching" rule. They were shocked, I realised that they didn't like the fact they'd lost control of the process. I explained that if they prevented me, I'd take them to a Tribunal, as they were trying to constructively dismiss me. I went.

The most dangerous secret in the world! And it is not even a secret

 "I am going to tell you something, and if you put it in your blog, the powers that be will bump you off". I've reached the point where I am past caring. If I get hit by a number nine bus, or fall out of the 13th floor of a hospital window in the next few weeks, then you'll know that I was foolish. About 2-3 years after I started writing the blog, I was given some 'friendly' advice by an acquaintance. It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a challenge. It was delivered with the bored indifference of someone who has told a lot of people something they don't want to know and who is sensible enough to know that direct threats are not very productive when dealing with people who by nature are risk takers. 

Over a friendly beer, I was asked, out of the blue "What exactly do you hope to achieve by writing your blog". At the time, it was at the forefront of a campaign against several companies, who specialise in outsourcing and supply a lot systems, etc for a lot of rather shady parts of the government. I was well aware of this work, but my assumption was that such large companies have chinese walls between different departments. My answer to the question was quite simple "I think people have a right to know what is going on with their hard earned taxes". He replied "Do you really think if the British people were interested in knowing anything, The Sun would be the best selling paper". That was a reasonable point, but I pointed out that with zero advertising and purely by word of mouth, the blog had built a massive hyper local readership. It had also inspired a bunch of other locals to try and do the same. 

He said something that to this day, I am not entirely sure of the meaning of. He said "Yes and there are some very powerful this people who are rather disturbed by it". I was quite taken aback. I could understand that people in Barnet Council and the local Tories may be a bit fed up with the attention, but nothing any of us was writing was dangerous, dishonest or fomenting insurrection. So I said "Why would any powerful people be in the least bit bothered about what is happening in the London Borough of Barnet?". His answer was rather difficult "You and your friends are starting to lift up rather too many stones to see what is under them, it could all get out of hand.  We'll leave it there". 

Rather oddly, my acquaintance met a strange, difficult and unusual end a few weeks later. At his funeral, someone I didn't know asked me what he had been discussing with me. I was shocked that someone I had never met should even be aware that we had been having a conversation. I played dumb and said "To be honest he was talking about lifting up stones, but I didn't have a clue what he was getting at". I made a guess that he had some idea. His response was chilling "This whole business is rather unfortunate, things like this shouldn't have to happen". And walked off. 

To this day, I've never been quite sure what it was all about. Had he been giving me a friendly warning and upset someone? Was I just being paranoid? Of course what happened was unfortunate and things like that shouldn't happen. He had a very strange accident that I was not entirely sure of whether it was an accident at all. I genuienly don't believe it was anything to do with our conversation, but it was all rather odd. A few years later, I was talking to a friend who had a friend who had been investigating deaths of MOD workers for Computer Weekly. He asked if I was aware of the scandal. I wasn't. It seems that a rather large number of MOD IT workers had met strange and bizarre deaths. He asked if I'd be interested in meeting up with said individual and comparing notes. As I had no information of any use to such an individual and doubted they knew much about Barnet politics, I didn't see the point. My friend was unaware of the strange encounter and subsequent events. I link them, so I declined. I had enough on my plate.

A couple of years after that, I was at a function and I got chatting with a data journalist. I told her that I wrote this blog. She was rather surprised. She was well aware of the Barnet bloggers and our activities. I asked why she seemed so surprised. She said "Oh, I read a lot of your blogs, I thought you'd be a real geeky nerd". I replied  "Sorry to disappoint you". She then said "You realise that a few people in high places were rather disturbed by yiour activities?". I said "I was aware that Eric Pickles liked us". She said, yes but when you have a lot of rather obsessive, highly motivated people digging up everything they can about companies that supply systems at the heart of government, there is a lot of scope for things to go wrong". It is very easy to put two and two together and to make five, but I immediately thought about the conversation with my acquantance, then the conversation with the mate of the Computer Weekly journalist. We were digging around Capita and BT who were big suppliers of systems for government. Now we weren't interested in their activities for central government, but when you start to join the dots and see the bigger picture, sometimes find an image that might scare you to death. Now none of us had anything other than information that was widely available online. I personally didn't see anything that was particularly sinister beyond a rather awful company taking taxpayers to the cleaners, but there were all sorts of information chains, leading away from Barnet, which had we followed them, heaven only knows where they lead. 

I had been given some 'inside information' in regards to the Barnet contracts and processes, as I am sure my fellow bloggers had, but we were looking for things in Barnet, not in Capita's other government contracts, so if I had something 'dangerous' I may well have not recognised it. Could it really be that the most dangerous secret in the world is out there in clear sight, just waiting for people to join the dots? So I asked her and explained about my acquaintance. She laughed and said "In actual fact, I think the powers that be would have been far more worried about the fact that you were bothering to dig and that people were paying attention than anything you might have found. People don't read newspapers to get informed or learn. They buy them to have their opinions and prejuduces vindicated. The concept that ordinary people might find real news from their peers interesting is a very dangerous concept".

By chance, over the weekend I bumped into her again. We were chatting about how the world has changed. When I started writing the blog, the concept of ordinary people sharing opinions and setting the news agenda was a novel one. That was why this blog garnered such a large readership. She explained that Twitter/X has destroyed the concept, not by suppressing information but by swamping us all in the opinions of every one. What is worse is we create our own little information bubbles. You can find out anything you want on X but the way it works is that you are pretty much sure to be wearing your own favourite tint of rose tinted spectacles. Even worse, Elon Musk has persuaded us that his AI bot Grok is the ultimate in trusted source fact checkers. If some dodgy part of government wants to bury a difficult fact, what better way than to release it and persuasde Grok that it is facke news.

The most dangerous secret in the world is there, right before your eyes. People don't need to get thrown under buses to suppress it. We just need Grok (other AI platforms are available) to tell us that what we are seeing isn't true and we'll believe it. If I was paranoid, I'd believe that Grok took a dislike to my cynicism of Musk/Twitter/X and that was why my account got closed, even though they tell me its open. But I am not paranoid and to be honest, I am quite enjoying not having to wade throuugh all the mindnumbing drivel X was dishing up. I just wish a few more people would write blogs these days!

Going back to how I began the blog  "I am going to tell you something, and if you put it in your blog, the powers that be will bump you off" - No one says that anymore, they don't have to!