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Back in early 1978, myself and my then best mate Pete decided we were going to form the best band in the world. We had a few problems, we couldn't play, we couldn't read music, we had no instruments, we didn't know anyone who could play, we knew nothing about song writing. But inspired by Mark Perry's Sniffin Glue fanzine, who put three chords on the cover and said "now form a band", we were inspired. We decided that Pet would play bass and sing and I would play guitar. We started saving up to buy instruments, we then sat around working out what sort of a band we would be. The answer was simple. We would be a punk rock band. Punk was sweeping everything before it. We would be the best Punk Rock band ever. How? well we would look at what all of the other bands that we liked did, choose all of the best bits and then, because we were self proclaimed misunderstood genius's we'd make the best band in the world. Whilst we saved up to buy instruments, we started writing a manifesto, because every band needs one, don't they. In May, Pete quit school when he turned 15 and got a job as a trainee butcher at Dewhursts. He bought a bass guitar. I persuaded my sister to lend me her Les Paul Columbus copy. I saved up cash from my paper round and bought a FAL 50 watt amp. It was the cheapest amp in the shop and we could both plug into it and make a horrible noise. We didn't even know how to tune a guitar, but luckily my brother Laurie helped us. He lent us his pitch pipes. The problem was I couldn't hear whether it was in tune or not. But we persisted and practised. We also started writing songs. The first song we wrote was Wrong, which we reworked and put on our last album. It is a 45 second blast of Punk Rock anger, written by two 16 year olds who were angry. It was based on our 'manifesto'. The lyrics "Do you consider yourself a thinking person, or an object for others to manipulate, nobodies immortal, no one's irreplaceable, you're wrong". We ditched its shortly after our first rehearsal, but it sounded strangely current, so we rehashed it.
We hooked up with Dave The Drummer and had our first proper rehearsal on Feb 14th 1979. In some ways, this was our greatest ever achievement. We had gone from nothing to actually playing our own music, albeit very badly, in a year. We were a band. Were we the best band in the world, which is what we set out to be? One of our mates asked Pete this very question, after our first shambolic rehearsal. Pete was very eloquent and his reply was brilliant "That's a really subjective question, because everyone will have a different opinion". Our mate persisted "So do you think you are the best band in the world". Pete replied "Well it is definitely the best band I've ever played with, it was a real blast, so on those terms yes". Our mate thought he had Pete "So you think you are musically better than ELO?". We burst out laughing. Pete replied "As I can't stand ELO and I'd hate to play their music, of course I do, but as I said, everyone has their own opinion and until everyone has heard our music, they can't judge". I then butted in "on the 5th of June 1976, I'd never heard of The Ramones. On the 6th June, I had seen them and new they were the best band in the world, until you see a band you don't know".
I was reminded of this last night. Tom our trumpet player told me that after our gig on Saturday at the York Rise Street Party, someone asked him whether The False Dots were better than his favourite band (The Cat Empire). Toms reply "not quite". When Tom told us, I said "You should have said 'we are working on it' ". The truth is we are. Until I stop playing, that will be my ambition. I love playing my music to people, I love recording it, I love writing songs, I love rehearsing. We have a great mix of personalities in the band and although there are plenty of the bands that do something or other better than us, we have a very unique energy and vibe. The band have had a lot of members and a lot of different personalities. I think the current one is the best iteration of all. We have definitely got the best songs. I'd love former members Venessa Sagoe and Connie Abbe to do a couple of numbers with us. They were very special singers. We have always been a pretty good live band, but we are far more fun than we've ever been.
Oddly, though despite all the changes, all the swings of musical direction, we have had a remarkable consistency of ethos and the plan has always to be the best band we could possibly be, part of that is to play songs that resonate with an audience. We mostly, but not exclusively do original material. hen we gig, strangers invariably come up and tell us that they really like the lyrics and what we want to say. The covers we do, we do for a reason. We started covering "Thats Entertainment" by the Jam, after Rick Buckler, the Jam's drummer passed way. The reason? Our drummer Rambo was inspired to drum by him and Keith Moon (our song Rambo's Rampage nods to Keith Moon and The Who).
I've always believed that for a band to be the best band, they need to be invested in their music and believe in it. But they must also be comfortable around each other and have a laugh. A band is a gang. We are now past the age of hanging around on street corners, but we chat and have a laugh and hang out sometimes. If there was a poll as to what the best band in the world is, I guess it would probably be someone like The Rolling Stones, U2 or Radiohead. Whilst playing on those stages would be great, I'd hate to play under the constraints they play under. We have a beer and a chat with our fans after, we play new numbers and no one complains that we didn't do ten songs written in 1979. What was the plan? Write the best songs we possibly could, rehearse them properly so we could play them well and engage with the audience. Structure our sets so that we entertained everyone and had a good mix of material. Record the best numbers we had, that had got a decent audience reaction and then do it all again.
We genuinely get a kick out of it. Best band? For me yes. The plan has worked. All I have to is convince the other 6 billion citizens of this planet.
Having run a successful business for 47 years, I have had a substantial number of massive knocks and problems on the the way. No business survives if it does not adapt to changes in the marketplace. For my main business, a music rehearsal studio, the landscape could not be any more different to when I started it. Back then, it started as a musicians collective, pooling assets, sharing costs. This model lasted about six months until the other bands I formed it with split up or moved on.
It then became a partnership and this model persisted until 1994, when I bought my partners out. I had a very different vision to one of them. The business had been running for fifteen years, but our customer base was almost identical. It was blokes who wanted to have a jam in the evening and very occasionally someone who wanted a rehearsal during the day, usually in school holidays. It was a ramshackle operation, but it made money, because there was demand and no local competition. Leading up to the change in 1994, lots of issues became clear about what we were doing wrong and what we were doing right. I realised that it could be a well run business and grow. I put my ideas and plans to the rest of the partners and one of them was very dismissive. It was clear to me that the only way to develop the studios was to buy them out. Luckily I'd had a redundancy payment at the time and had the cash. It wasn't what I wanted. I thought they'd be excited and realise that if I put a loan into the business to fund it, we could have a tidy little business that had huge potential to grow. As it was, the money I had set aside for the plan went on buying them out.
So I found myself with no partners and no cash to invest in the business. Of course when my original offer was rebuffed, I started to plan. When I made the offer, I had already got a new partner lined up. Someone who shared my vision and understood why I felt there was a massive opportunity. At the time of the buyout, we had two studios. My plan was to have five studios, a small music shop and a recording facility within five years. This was contingent on units becoming available. We were just about breaking even with two, and had 50% peak time utilisation.. We also used the studios for our own projects. I agreed with my new partner that all growth would be funded by the business and we'd do the fit out work ourselves, keeping costs to a minimum. We did exactly this.
I had to throw my business plan out of the window and start again. But the constraints made us think very carefully about every purchase. Every time there was spare cash in the business, we discussed all of the things we could buy and worked out which delivered the most potential revenue generation at the least cost, or alternatively the highest cost savings. When bulbs blew, we got energy saving bulbs. When we bought amps and drum kits, we looked at what was most reliable and would have the lowest maintenance costs. Had I just gone and re-equipped the cash from my redundancy, I'd not have spent the cash wisely.
What was initially a blow and a problem actually became a secret weapon. The financial discipline we imposed on ourselves, through circumstance made us a far better business. When my previous partners were part of the set up, we bought the highest spec gear we could. We actually found that most bands preferred simple to use basic gear. If it was to complex, they'd be baffled. We had thought we were providing a better service, but many of our customers are novices and highly complicated systems just caused problems.
The biggest lesson was that every knockback is an opportunity. We achieved our initial goal within three years and within five, we had ten studios, a shop and a recording operation, and we massively exceeded the financial projections, which one of my former partners had dismissed as 'pure fantasy'.
So today, I had my last consultation with Professor Christopher Eden, the amazing surgeon who removed my cancerous prostate. Going forI am now back under my GP, as my PSA tests since the operation have been undetectable, apart from one outlier test in February, which showed a small raise. Whilst, as with any cancer, there is a small chance it may return, statistically it is unlikely. I will continue to have PSA tests for the foreseeable future. This is precautionary, but these will be GP reviewed.
This is not the end of the journey. I will still get stressed as each test approaches. That is human nature. I will live with the life changing effects of the surgery for the rest of my days, but my experience has been far better than just about everyone else I know in regards to after effects, but it is not without a degree of change to life. But I am lucky. The journey started in 2011, with a high PSA test. I had a well man checkup and I had a slightly raised PSA level. This was followed by another one, which was even higher.
A biopsy followed and I was told I had a low grade cancer, and was put on a programme of active surveillance (A PSA test every six months). In 2015, it started to become more active and I had HIFU treatment at UCH. This addressed the issue until 2023, when it became very active and I had the prostatectomy.
I could write a million words on the effects of it all on my mental health. For me, cancer is as much a mental health issue as a physical health challenge. I like to think I am a robust person, but it has been difficult to deal with. Perhaps, for me, the most difficult aspect is that every time I have become complacent, it has become active. I feel like the albatross will never be truly off my back.
But that is enough about me. As I am in the habit of doing, I had a little chat with Professor Eden about how business is going. He told me something that slightly disturbed me. He said "Do you have brothers and sons?". I have two brothers and a son. He said "As it is in the family, make sure they all get regular PSA checks when they are over 50, as you have a family history". He add "Now the NHS no longer does regular screening, men are finding out far too late". Since I started writing this series of blogs, 30 men have contacted me to inform me that they read the blog, got tested and it was caught in time. If I've done nothing else good in my life, 30 people will live a bit longer and have a better quality of life. That makes it all worth while. So please get a test. I hope you will not be 31, but if you are, that is better than finding out in 5 years time when you start peeing blood and they can't do much for you as it has spread.
I wrote this song and made the video when I had the treatment.
Emphatic means expressed, spoken, or done in a strong, forceful, and clear way that leaves no doubt.
Key Meanings and Uses
Forceful expression: Showing strong feeling or a definite opinion, such as giving an emphatic "no" or an emphatic "yes".
Clear results: Describing a very decisive outcome, like an emphatic sports victory.
Grammar: Referring to a word or structure used to add special force, such as using "do" for emphasis (e.g., "I do want to go")
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What is your greatest fear? Well I am terrified of snakes and I don't want to get eaten by crocodiles, but the thing I have most nightmares about is school. I didn't do well at school and I used to dread the end of the summer holiday and the start of another whole year. That is why I hate September. There were many things I hated, but most of all, the very worst bit was spelling tests at St Vincents Primary. Every week, we'd be given a list of 20 words to learn. On Monday we were given a spelling test and every week I'd do atrociously. I didn't know I was dyslexic, the word 'thick' was the more general term back then. Almost as much as I hated the tests, I hated parents evenings. For everyone who got all of the words right, there was a chart and you got a star. Most of the kids had lots, I had none. My parents concluded that this was laziness. I got locked in the shed and told to do my homework and learn my words, I was let out after an hour, having worked really hard at learning the spellings. I still got them all wrong, Now you may think that the teachers should have realised. My brother in law, who is a retired teacher saw a post where I featured a page of schoolwork and he said it would take him three seconds to realise I was dyslexic. For me the whole thing was a ritual weekly humiliation.
I am now sixty four. I've written a blog for eighteen years that has had nearly 12 million views. You'd think I would be over it. Last night, I woke up at 3.15am and I was in a state of panic. Why? I had been having a dream, where I was back at school having a spelling test. The teacher said the word "EMPHATIC" and I had to write down the spelling. E-M came easily. Then I started to think is it EMFATICK, no that might sound right but it don't look right. EMFATYC, that's definitely wrong??? Is there a P in there EMPATIC, no cause the word FAT is in the middle. By now the teacher had read two more words, and I was panicing. Then (in the real world), my big fat geriatric dog, who was sleeping on my mattress, also had a nightmare and kicked me and woke me up. I still couldn't remember. The harder I tried, the worse it got. So I googled it. As soon as I saw what came up, it made perfect sense.
But I was lying there thinking I know what the meaning of the word EMPHATIC is, I use it all the time. Does the fact that I can't arrange the letters correctly make me stupid. I think that one of the biggest problems for dyslexics is that the English language uses ridiculously non phonetic rules and then half the time, it breaks its own rules. I put the dictionary definition of the word at the top of the blog. Look at the phonetic spelling. That is what we have to contend with. I wonder if English was properly phonetic, whether people like me who have mild to moderate dyslexia would cope? The problem for me was it caused stress and my mind went blank.
Yesterday, my band, The False Dots, did a gig at The York Rise Street Party in Camden. It is the third largest street festival in London, with over 40,000 people attending. As often happens at such events, people come up to me and compliment me on the lyrics of my songs. After, a lovely Irish lady who was a writer asked if she could have a look at them and complimented me on them. So it seems that perhaps, I have a degree of talent with the language. But I still wake up at night in a panic over the speling of words. What does all of this mean? Well, one thing is that I don't actually like discussing my writing. On numerous occasions, pedants have told me "You write a great blog but your spelling and grammar is atrocious, why don't you get AI to check it?". The reason is because the whole bloody point is to show that you can write an interesting blog without needing to. Part of what I want to do is get the message out to other dyslexics is that it doesn't matter, say what you want to say.
I am neither a moron or a genius, although people have accused me of both. There was even a time when a rumour went around that I didn't write my blog, some shadowy figure behind the scenes did. The reason? No one as thick as me could possibly have dug up so much stuff to embarass Barnet Council. The stupid idiots failed to realise I drink with dustmen, roadsweepers, teachers and office staff at Barnet. They knew that they could tell me stuff and I wouldn't dob them in it. Oddly, Tory councillors were the best source of all. The sensible ones. They knew that what I was writing was right and so helped me make the case against outsourcing. Secret papers would get posted through the door. I couldn't say what was in them, but I could ask questions. Barnet Council changed the rules on public questions at meetings as a result. At one meeting, I had the amusing spectacle of a committee member, who had leaked papers to me, accusing me of having received secret papers, which is against the law. He later said he'd asked it to throw the rest of them off the scent. My response "Yes, I have read the papers, but I no longer have them, as they were secret and had to be disposed of to prevent them falling into the wrong hands". The point was that dyslexia was irrelevant. The content was what mattered. This is always what matters. Never forget that. My parents were deeply embarrassed that I was the only kid in the class with no spelling stars. Beyond that though, it mattered not a jot, apart from the odd sleepless night.
Yesterday, we went out for a friends birthday to Highgate. Usually I would get Thameslink to Kentish Town, then get the Northern Line up. But we were meeting friends at Mill Hill East and travelling together. This meant that I got the opportunity to enjoy two of my favourite journeys on Public Transport in London. It made me think, maybe I could do a Saturday list of my favourite journeys on London's public transport. So here you go.
2. Mill Hill East to Finchley Central on the Northern Line. The tube line travels over the Dollis Valley vidauct. The highest point in London on the Underground network. The view is amazing. There are not many places on the London Underground with a great view, I guess that being Underground, there wouldn't be, would there. But this is well worth a trip just to have a look. The best time is in about 4-6 weeks when the leaves chage colour.
3. Blackfriars to London Bridge on the Thameslink line. I have stated many times that Blackfriars station probably has the best view of any station in the world. The very best time to do this is at around 7.10 am on around November 10th. At that time, you'll see the Sun rising between the towers of Tower Bridge from Blackfriars. The train winds its way to London Bridge, travelling above Borough Market and past Southwark Cathedral. I always love that journey, especially if it ends with a pint at The Rake in Borough Market.
4. The Mildmay line from Highbury and Islington to Hampstead Heath. Much of this route is above roof level on viaducts and you get great views of London, the Post office tower, St Pancras et all. I have yet to work out the perfect time, when the sun is setting. One of my biggest bugbears is that Sadiq Khan renamed the North London Line as the Mildmay Line. I can no longer remember what the flipping thing is called now. Totally unnecessary and a waste of money.
5. 263 bus from North Hill Avenue to Highgate. As the bus passes through Highgate, you get the most amazing view of London in panorama. It is absolutely stunning, It is worth doing it during daytime and at night.
6. The 98 bus from Tottenham court road to Marbel Arch. It isn't a pretty route, but Oxford Street is to me the heart of London and on the top of a 98 bus is by far the best way to see it!
7. The DLR from Bank to Canary Wharf is by far the best way to see that part of London. When the train accelerates out of Bank Station, it is almost like a fairground ride! Docklands is well worth a trip.
8. West Hampstead to St Pancras High Level station. You can only do this trip on Thameslink when there are engineering works and the low level station is shut. St Pancras is my favourite London Station and I love the run into it on the train, over the canals, with the gasworks and the view of coal drops yard. I always feel that when you arrive at the station it feels like you've arrived somewhere special. The low level station is the opposite, You feel like you've arrived in a concrete bunker. The bit between West Hampstead and Kentish Town is pretty dull, as it is mostly in a tunnel. When I was a kid and they had the old diesel trains, one of the biggest treats was sitting at the front, as you could see the route ahead. I'd play a game with my sisters, to see who could see the end of the tunnel first. Sadly, these days only the driver has that fun!
9. The River bus from Embankment to Greenwich. This is always fun. I love travelling on boats on the Thames and there is loads to do at Greenwich. I always get a bit of a buzz going under Tower Bridge.
10. London cable car at from Greenwich to the Excel Centre. The cable car was a bit of Boris Johnson vanity, but it is a fun thing to do.
If the mood takes you, you can combine nearly all of this on a day out. Here is my plan, starting and finishing at Mill Hill.
1. Take the early Morning Thameslink Train to Blackfriars, arriving around 7am on Nov 10th to watch the Sun rise at 7.10am.
2. Hop on a train to London Bridge station. Have a hearty breakfast in Borough Market at Maria's cafe. Have a look around the market and Southwark Cathedral.
3. Make your way to Borough Station and get the tube to Bank. At Bank take the DLR to Royal Victoria station. When you get there. Take the Cable Car to Greenwich. There is plenty to do and see in Greenwich, the Maritime musuem, the Royal Observatory, the Cutty Sark etc. You can easily spend 3-4 hours and not see it all. There are also plenty of great pubs and a good pie and mash shop!
4. Get the River boat from Greenwich to London Bridge pier. Get the Northern Line to Highgate and walk to Archway, from here get the Northern Line to Highgate and walk to the nearest 263 bus stop. Take the bus down the hill to Highgate station, taking in the views.
5. Take the Northern Line to Tottenham Court Road and get the 98 bus to Marble Arch, to enjoy Oxford Street. Have a walk around Hyde Park.
6. Walk to Green Park Station, get the Jubilee Line to West Hampstead and then take the Mildmay Line to Highbury and Islington, to see the rooftop views of London.
7. At Highbury and Islington, take the 263 to Highgate, there are some very decent pubs here and a few great cafe's and restaurants. It is also worth exploring Highgate Woods, not as famous as Hampstead Heath but well worth a visit. You won't have got the best views going up the Hill, so when you are refreshed, get the bus back down to Archway station.
8. At Archway station get the Northern Line to Mill Hill East. Enjoy the views from the Dollis Viaduct.
9, At Mill Hill East, take the 240 Bus to Mill Hill and then you are almost done. At Mill Hill nip into the Mill Hill Tandoori for dinner! A perfect day.
I'd probaly recommend splitting the day in half TBH, as the best time to see Blackfriars is in November and the best time to do the Dollis viaduct is probably early, mid October, when there is colour in the trees. If you break off at 6 and go to the Wet Fish Cafe in West Hampstead for dinner, you won't go too far wrong,
The False Dots will be appearing at The York Rise Street Party today at 3pm on the Park Stage. Please come down and say hi! This is one of our hits that we'll be entertaining you with!
Back in the sands of time, well in 2008 to be precise, I started a blog called The Barnet Eye. I won't go into the circumstances here, they are well documented. But when I started it, I assumed that no one would read it. It didn't really occur to me that anyone would be too interested. I didn't check the stats for about six months, I didn't want to be discouraged. When I did, I was amazed. There had been over 50,000 views. I immediately put the blog hits tracker in the side bar. That number is now not far off 12 million. I guess it is fair to say I've done something right, not quite sure what.
After I'd been doing it a while, a couple of my readers started leaving comments saying I should join Twitter as it is more interactive. I resisted. I had a quick look and soon realised that it was pretty dull and uninteresting. But I kept getting nagged to join. People told me that everyone elses blog would get more hits. I succumbed. My plan was simply to post a link to my latest blog, in the hope that they'd go away and leave me alone. But once I was on and people started commenting on my tweets, I realised that there was something to be said for engagement. I then realised that it was a useful mine of information. I started a feature called "The Tweets of the Week in the London Borough of Barnet". I had a list of tweeters and a list of areas of the Borough and I'd check them and post the best bits on a Sunday.
The Elon Musk took over and it changed. Now unlike many people I didn't hate Elon Musk and I accepted that it was the sort of thing that American billionaires do. Many people I knew left just because Musk was in charge. I stayed. I did however notice that it was becoming ever harder to fill the Tweets of the Week feature. Quite simply, no one was postig interesting hyper local tweets any more, or not enough to justify my time. So I stopped. Then last year, my account was suspended. Apparently I'd broken a rule and they decreed that my account was not genuine. They never told me what tweet had broken the rule or why. After over fifteen years, I just ceased to exist on the x.com platform. I appealed and got a response saying I'd be reinstated, but I wasn't. I contacted them five times. Four times I was told I'd be reinstated, the fifth, I was told their automated systems had decided that I had broken their rules and that was sort of that.
Hello,
We have reviewed your appeal request for account, @Barneteye.
Our automated systems have determined that a violation of our Rules did take place, specifically:
We considered the additional information provided and decided an overturn of our original decision is not warranted in this case. Therefore, we will not overturn our decision to lock your account.
In order to restore account functionality, you can resolve the violations by logging into your account and completing the on-screen instructions.
Thanks,
X Support
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I logged on and I couldn't see any on screen instructions, other that to submit an appeal that I'd already done. I have no idea what my tweets did that broke the rules and they won't tell me.
Do I care? No. It is mildly annoying that there are a couple of accounts that I engaged with purely via Twitter, but hey ho. I was getting almost no engagement. Whereas Tweets used to get 2-3,00 views, now they got half a dozen. The site is banal and they incentivise people to post crappy clickbait.
Am I impressed. Nope. What am I going to do about it? What my instincts told me to do all along. Ignore the whole bloody thing. It has become dull and is past its sell by date.
