Exam results day - the only degree I've ever got is the third degree!

 Today is the day when millions of students get their GSCE exam results. For some, it will be a life defining day. Restaurants will be full of families celebrating and bedrooms will be full of children crying. It is fair to say that I massively underachieved. There were mitigations. I was an undiagnosed dyslexic which practically means I read at about 2/3rds the speed that people with a non dyslexic brain do. In a timed exam situation, that was a massive disadvantage. I have heard ignorant people saying that it is unfair on 'normal kids' for dyslexics etc to have more time. I think that is ridiculous. In fact I think the concept of timed exams is ridiculous full stop. Exams are meant to be a test of intelligence. In truth, they are more a test of ability to cope with pressure and stress. As I was undiagnosed, when I did things like English exams, I could never understand why everyone finished before me. I'd score higher in the questions I answered, but not complete papers. I got nine O Levels eventually. Of those, seven were grade C and 2 were grade B. The grade B's were in decoration and design and RE. When I learned I was dyslexic and that people now get longer, I do wonder what I'd get now? But it was what it was. Although nine sounds impressive, that was in two attempts. 

I wanted to go to University at the time. Not because I was interested in the topic, but because I wanted the Uni social life. My sister Caroline went to Westfield college and had a blast. They had a cheap bar with bands on. I now recognise that I was doing it for all the wrong reasons. When I got appalling A level results, I was not upset. I went out with some mates to watch a gig at Dingwalls, met a Swedish girl and invited myself to Stockholm for six months. It was the best thing I ever did. Having lived in another country, not in an expat environment, I realised that the UK is not the centre of the world for most of its population. They view us as a bit of an oddity. The Swedes thought us incredibly socially backward. The most terrible thing was that after being there for a couple of months and getting to understand how their society worked, I realised that they were right. 

You may wonder what particularly I saw. Firstly they had a grown up attitude to sex and sex education. Girls were taught rather useful things such as "boys can become very unpredictable when they get sexually activated". They were properly taught about contraception, STD's and also about the anatomy and process of sex. This did not make them promiscuous, it made them well equipped to make good decisions. There was no social stigma around girls taking condoms on a night out. The attitude was practical and pragmatic. If a guy wants sex and you are not taking the pill, make him put a condom on. 

I recall sex education lessons at FCHS, which was a Catholic school. We were told almost nothing. Condoms were banned by the Church. so we were told that contraception was evil. It was quite ridiculous. I was given the third degree by the headmaster for handing out leaflets about contraception in a religious debate about the subject. 

My headmaster at FCHS informed me that I would never amount to anything. He told me that people with my attitude end up sleeping in the gutter. You may think that would be devastating, I took it in my stride, because I thought he was an idiot. Now I am coming up to my 64th birthday, I can honestly say that he was wrong. Of course it may all go wrong now, we can't see the future, but I have achieved all of the things I wanted in life. If I dropped dead tomorrow and my life flashed before my eyes, I'd see three kids who are wonderful and have done well. I'd see a 31 year marriage, I'd see a world famous music studio built from nothing. I'd see a band that had been heard by millions of people and done numerous well received gigs. I'd see financial security for the family. I'd see a blog that has had over eleven and a half million views. To quote Frank Sinatra "regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention".

So that day, back in 1978, when I went up to get my results and had the shock of seeing my failure written large on the wall, was nothing more than a temporary setback. If your children do not get the grades they wanted, it is not the end, it just means that they are taking a different fork in the road to the one you wanted. Who knows. It may lead to The Promised Land and the one you wanted for them, may have just been to a life of miserable drudgery, living someone else's dream.

Why not come and celebrate my birthday with me on Sunday. If you do, please stop and have a chat. Click on the image for more details.

The False Dots next Gig

How much is that doggie in the window?

 Go on, you are intrigued. I bet you thought what is he on about? Has he got a new dog? Is he going to rant about puppy farms? Has he become a raging misogynist and is it a poor taste joke about red light districts?

Nope, none of the above. I am of course going to have a little chat about "How much is that doggie in the window", the 1952 global smash hit by Patti Page. 

It is a cracking song. A great melody, a memorable hook line and a terrific video, long, long before Rock and Rollers got the knack of making great cheesy videos. When I was a snarling punk rocker, such tracks as this would be dismissed with public disdain, but in truth, there was always a part of me that loved this sort of stuff. In 1982, Captain Sensible released Happy Talk from the film South Pacific. My Mum and Dad loved it. It was completely uncool to the hipsters. but the good Captain was having a scream and he became a massive pop star, something that had rather eluded the Damned up to that point.

Was this the last truly great novelty record to bother the charts? When I saw the Damned's chaotic reformation gig at The Moonlight Club in West Hampstead in 1979, I never dreamed that four years later, my Dad would be telling me that if I wanted success in music, I should be more like Captain Sensible.

But my Dad had spotted something I had missed by a mile. Captain Sensible and the Damned have had a 50 year career in music. They still tour to sell out audiences. Why? Because they are damned good fun! The odd thing about Happy Talk was that I actually think it enhanced Captain Sensible's rock and roll credentials. Why? Because Punk rock is, or should be, about doing what you want to do as an artist and not simply churning out the same old sort of stuff in ever decreasing circles. For Sensible it was almost as if doing the most uncool thing possible was actually cooler than just being the bassplayer/guitarist of The Damned. People realised that the Damned genuinely didn't care what people thought of them. They were there for the fun and you could join in or you could be miserable. Your choice. Even at their most gothic, the Damned were Hammer House of Horror Camp Gothic with dollops of fun. 

Anyway, as it is coming up to my 64th birthday, I was thinking about putting together a guilty pleasures playlist of songs. Songs that I'd have rather died than admit I like when I thought I was cool. It will be my birthday present to you as my Saturday birthday list. But I thought I'd give you a little taster!

This is important to me, my band The False Dots have unleased the power of having a party and having some fun.  Humour has always been a part of the package, I always thought most of our songs were funny in a very dark way. We have lightened up the humour over the years and I think we now use humour to make people smile and on the odd occasion make them think. Our last single, Big Hairy Spider was written in 1979, but only played last year! We were far too cool for such silliness when we were sixteen. We made a proper animated video for it and the response has been amazing. 

My conundrum as an artist is always how to top the last thing you did. I think Big Hairy Spider sets a high bar. Come down and see the band on Sunday at the Dublin Castle in Camden Town. CLICK HERE FOR FULL DETAILS

The Camden New Journal have rather liked the new album, so see why!

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It would be so much easier just to go with the flow and say nothing when people are bang out of order

 Do you ever wish you had a different personality? I do. I genuinely wish I was the type of person who didn't feel it was morally wrong to stand by and watch people bully, lie, gaslight and generally abuse whatever position of minor power they may have. I am comfortably off and I am at a stage in my life where I could do without the hassle. Sadly for me, I was raised to believe that God had blessed me with many gifts in life and that it was my duty to show my appreciation for this by not taking the easy path and saying "it's someone else's problem" when I see people behaving in an appalling manner. It is bad enough to see people behave in an appalling manner, but when I then see them being dishonest to try and get away with it, it gets my goat. Much as I would love to walk on by, I can't. I am sure that one day it will be the death of me. However, I've had the best life and I would rather go to my grave early with my dignity and self respect than let people act in a way that is horrible. I've never been afraid to go out on a limb, shout back at a howling mob, if they are wrong.

Life is short and at some point, I believe we all have a reckoning. I am not perfect, I've made terrible mistakes in the past and I will again. I've let people down, I've looked the other way at times when I shouldn't. What life has taught me is that when you do this, the shame is a heavy burden. There are several stories in the news today that have demonstrated a terrible cost associated with not doing the right thing.

I have learned that life is a bit like a game of chess. Sometimes you have to make a sacrifice to get what you need to succeed. But you have to have a clear strategy. I am so often shocked at the fact that people who take a different path so rarely have thought through the consequences of their actions, beyond what they can see at the end of their nose. When you don't treat people with dignity, when you demonise them for their mistakes, when you want remedies that are disproportionate, you enter a very dangerous place. 

I apply three principles to life. The first is that we all make mistakes, so mistakes should be treated with understanding, if the person who made them acknowledges them. Secondly, If you make a mistake, you should do everything in your power to rectify it as soon as you recognise it. If you don't then you have not learned and no one should have any faith that you will not make a similar mistake again. The third principle and one that is perhaps hardest for us to get our heads around is that we are not being true friends if we don't tell our friends the truth and put them right when they have behaved badly. We have to balance that against ensuring that they know we will help them get through difficult times, but when we know they are in the wrong, we should support their efforts to put things right, not reinforce and mistaken belief they may have that if they tell enough lies, they might get away with it. As friends, when we support atrocious behaviour, we become co-conspirators and culpable. 

My memory always brings me back to a certain Barnet Tory councillor, who continually behaved in the most atrocious manner. His party chums went along with his appalling behaviour, although several privately told me they were appalled. Instead of learning from past misdemeanours, his behaviour deteriorated, until the point where he assaulted a woman on the High Street and ended up with a criminal record. When the CCTV showed the assault, he exclaimed "That is not how I remember it". 

I realised that he convinced himself that an alternative reality was true and despite hard evidence to the contrary, many of his local Tory chums fell into line behind him. For some reason, weak, pathetic bullies generally prefer picking on women, unless they have a baying mob supporting them. 

Over the years, I have seen so many examples, in work, in local politics, in social settings and clubs that I belong to, where unpleasant individuals pick on people they believe are not in a position to fight back. In every case there is one constant. They refuse to admit they are wrong and have extreme reluctance to apologise to those they have wronged. I am 64 soon and I am thoroughly sick of such people. Their unpleasantness is so deeply engrained that they see it as not only perfectly normal, but they genuinely enjoy the upset that they cause their victims. The one thing you never hear from them is that they have any sense of regret for the upset that they caused their victims, unless it is part of a strategy to get themselves off the hook.

If I wasn't in a great band and surrounded by nice people, I think I would find it very hard to navigate waters inhabited by such individuals. As it is I seem them for what they are and it reminds me why I never want to be in their camp. But I will leave you with this thought. It is not the man who pulls the trigger who is the most dangerous individual. It is the man who hid the gun for him, so he got away and did it again. It took me a while to understand. 

So you want to be a Rock and Roll star?

 It's funny isn't it. I was away at the weekend with a bunch of lads for a Stag do, most of whom were in their 20's and early thirties (+ my mate Gary who is my age sort of at just over 60 and is the Dad of the groom). I haven't been on such a riotous adventure for a good few years. Weekends away with my male mates are a lot more sedate these days. It was a bit of a jolt to the system. They are a lovely bunch of lads and I was generally surprised at how well behaved they are. I was also surprised at how much more civilised the English have become on such occasions. It reminded me of when I was that sort of age. We were terrible if I am honest. We were into rock and roll and the rock and roll lifestyle and at times it seemed like a constant game of pushing everything to the limit. I am not quite sure how old I was when I finally started to be a bit more sensible, probably some time around when I was 33, when I had my first daughter. 

I was managing a band ten years younger and I was constantly surprised at how different they were to the False Dots in our prime. We were a very naughty bunch. Naughty Naughty tra la la. I am sure that they felt they were a naughty bunch of boys, and they did a few things, but for us it was constant mayhem. I can recall when Paul Marvin joined the band. His Dad was Hank Marvin, perhaps the first ever British guitar legend. He asked me if I wanted to be a Rock and Roll star. I said yes. He gave me some brilliant advice. He said "Rock and Roll is not playing in an orchestra, it is about putting yourself out there. You have to look better than the other bands and have a trademark. You don't have to be the greatest player, but you have to have some trademark licks and always wear great shoes". 

As the band started to gig, I realised that all of the best gigs I'd seen were at smaller venues. Gigs like The Damned's reunion gig at The Moonlight Club in West Hampstead, Johnny Thunders at Dingwalls, The Dickies at The Marquee and Crass at The Hope and Anchor are some that spring to mind. I realised that the biggest venue I liked was The Roundhouse, any bigger and it did not seem to me to be a proper gig. The more I played the more I loved it and I have always loved writing songs, rehearsing with a band and recording. But I had no great ambition to be on Top of The Pops or play massive venues. That just didn't seem like fun. I liked having a beer with the audience afterwards. I don't know if the fact I'd been on telly a lot when I did acting as a kid fed into that. 

I wasn't too bothered about the money side. In fact, when we first started, it was relatively lucrative, Venues would pay us a decent amount and we'd put on our own gigs as well. About half of this was invested back in the band, and half in alcohol etc. The second time we were asked "So you want to be a Rock Star?" was when we went to see an A&R man at GEM records. We bumped into the UK Subs, as we were hanging around. I will save that story for another day. It was not a satisfactory experience. We got hassled by the drug squad on the way their and got nicked on the way back, as I was on the back of Pete Conways motorbike and he only had a provisional license. The copper who nicked us was a very two faced liar, who we exposed in court for his misdemeanours and porkies, which spared me a fine, but not an endorsement on a driving license I didn't have as I had pleaded guilty! As Pete was called after me, he got let off completely, as he said "I am pleading innocent, the officer has told a stack of lies". The Magistrate dismissed the case. I must be the only person to be an illegal passenger, when the driver got let off. The copper was fuming, but he made up a whole cock and bull story, rather than give proper evidence. I simply told the truth. He had said I'd asked Pete to give me a lift as I was late for work. I told the magistrate this was a complete fabrication, as Pete had bought the bike that day and he'd suggested going for a spin as he was chuffed with it. It was probably worse, but it was true. I then challen ed the magistrate to ask the policeman to explain why he had told porkies and made stuff up. He couldn't explain. As we left, he told me he was going to 'sort me out next time he saw me". I told him that he should be ashamed of himself for telling lies. The Police were not keen on people in bands back then. In truth, I'd done a silly thing and was quite happy to take the medicine until he started his story. 

As for the actual interview with the A&R man. That went as badly as it possibly could. He took one look at Pete & I and decided we were ne'er do well idiots. He played the first song on the tape and and said it was 'the wrong sort of music'. I looked at the offices with all of the pictures of Samson (their current stars) up and said "And that is the right sort of music", to which he sneered "They sell records, thats what the indusstry does". We'd chosen the label to try as they had the UK Subs, so we were very disappointed. The A&R bloke did give us some good advice. He said "If you play a song to an A&R man, you get about ten seconds. Your drummer used that with is extra long count in." Pete retorted "Most people do a four count in so we thought we'd be different", to which he replied "When different is rubbish, it isn't clever". I can't say that endeared the industry to me, but he wasn't wrong. When he asked "Do you want to be rock and roll stars?" We both replied "Yes". He said "Well go away and make something people will buy". It wasn't actually bad advice, but we took it as a huge insult. I daresay he said that to dozens if not hundreds of wannabees. Back in 1980, no one cared if they crushed you and your dreams. 

I think myself and Pete took it in different ways. He departed the band and I carried on for 47 years. The next installment will take place on Sunday. Why not come along (click the image for details). I hope the lads I was out with on Sunday are still following their dreams when they get to my age!

The False Dots next Gig

The Sunday Reflection #95 - Pubs, Pubs, Pubs - and what you can learn from visiting nine of them in one night!

 Last night, I visited nine pubs and had a drink in each one. We were on one of my best friends sons stag night. A group of fifteen of us dressed up as characters from the Super Mario game and went on a pub crawl organised by his other son. You may think that this is a strange topic for a Sunday Reflection, but I learned quite a lot and I really wanted to share it. We were on Brighton. We emerged from our Airbnb at 7pm and headed to the first of the pubs. We were on a tight schedule. The first pub we passed was not on our itinery. It was the Golden Cannon. It's in the heart of LGBTQ+ district, but is a proper old style pun , which wouldn't seem out of place in Burnt Oak. The locals saw us and and rushed out and invited us in, amused by our outfits. Given the warm welcome, we had to oblige. The scheduled beer for the first stop was a pint of Guinness. As I rather like Guinness, this went well. A local put One Step Beyond by Madness on and we all did the conga around the pub and down the road. The guvnor then gave us a round of Baby Guinness shots. It was a brilliant start. We then moved on. As we made our way down the street, people were stopping us to have their picture taken with a group of fourteen blokes, all dressed as in silly attire.

Now I am not going to bore you with the details of the other pubs and drinks, but I will share a few things.  Three of the venues we visited were not on the list we had planned. They saw us and invited us in because the saw we were good natured and having fun. We went in and I guess we spent £200 in each. We also had a great crack with all of the locals. All of these pubs were independent. We went in one pub, which we didn't feel especially welcome in. It wasn't a party atmosphere and I guess if you want a quiet pub, you don't want 14 blokes being silly. They did serve us, but it wasn't the vibe for either us or them. O'Neils refused to let us come in. It was pretty clear that they had decided that we were 'too large a group' to let in, despite the fact that it was clear that we were good natured and having a laugh. The other large chain we went to was Wetherspoons. Although they let us in, there was a scowling member of security standing by us for the entire duration of our visit. I found it quite antagonising really. I rarely drink on Wetherspoons, and it sort of confirmed my prejudices that Wetherspoons lacks atmosphere and is not really much fun. 

Another one of the highlights was an impromptu stop at The Little Havana bar for some impromptu Karaoke. As the night was warm and dry and we were having a good crack, quite a few revellers joined in. The bar owner got into the vibe as well. 

It was a brilliant night. I go to a lot of pubs and clubs, not usually so many on one night and I don't normally drink as much in one sitting, but such occasions are to be savoured. It confirmed my views of the large pub chains, which are run by people who don't drink in them. Soulless and dull. I also love quirky pubs, community pubs and best of all, bars with a bit of music on. I get that students etc, on a low budget, love a 'spoons' but to me they are horrible. 

What I found interesting was the different attitudes of the door staff. The big chains had aggressive door staff that were keen to assert their authority. The smaller pubs had doormen who saw we were up for a crack and got into the spirit with us. I get that the big chains have 'policies' but anyone who has spent any time around pubs at all can see straight away who is going to be a problem and who isn't. I believe that a visit to the pub should be good for the soul. If all it does is suck the energy out of you, then it is a bit self defeating. 

The bottom line for me was that we stopped by for drinks in nine different places and seven of them were a great crack. Perhaps the most interesting thing is that all had their own vibe. All were unique, apart from the 'Spoons' which just felt like you were in a 'Spoons', which is great if you like that sort of pub. I don't. I realised that I don't actually go to the pub to drink. I go to the pub to have a crack. Pubs that don't really want people having fun are not really for me. 

Friday Fun and Local Music Roundup

The Friday Joke - I love this one from our Twitter friend Mr Robert Wilkinson

Neil Diamond's favourite smoothie?

Swede, carob, lime.

Sing along everyone.

— Robert Wilkinson (@robertwlk) August 12, 2026

Watch Amy Winehouse skanking with #thefalsedots outside her favourite studio at @Mill Hill Music Complex to the banging new #ska track Crows from the bands new album #wedontliveinamerica

See the band live at @dublincastle and n Sun 23 Aug

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Other local music this week

Friday 14th

Butchers Arms 9pm – 12.30am - Bear Pit Band (pop/rock covers)

East Barnet RB Legion 8pm – midnight £5 on door - Bop Street

Barrington Bar 8.30 pm - midnight = Karaoke with Neil

The Cavalier 7.30pm – late = Karaoke disco with Iain H

Ye Olde Monken Holt 9pm – 11.50pm = DJ The Real Slim Sadie (Disco)

Saturday 15th

East Barnet RB Legion 8.30pm - midnight £2 non members - Alan Carvell - The Human Jukebox 

Butchers Arms 9pm – 11.30pm - The Beatin Heart (Covers)

Toolans 9pm – 11.30pm = Billy Heneghan 

Joiners Arms - Leon Knight (Covers 50s – present)

Sunday 16th

The Kings Head 2pm- 4pm - Harmonica Lewinsky (Pop/ Rock)

Ye Olde Monken Holt 7pm – 9pm -  Brian Connell and Keith Haggis

Butchers 8.30 – 11.30pm -  Butchers Arms Jam Electric/Blues/Rock (Full backline available

Toolans 8.30pm – 11.30pm- Two in Accords

Monday 17th

Ye Olde Mitre Inn, High Street 8pm – 11pm (stables room) - Barnet Acoustics Session

Tuesday 18th

The Bull Theatre £5

Acapella & Accoustic Speakeasy 14+ (3rd Tuesday) 

Wednesday 19th

Toolans 5pm – 8pm

Declan Gaynor - Ye Olde Monken Holt 8.30 – 11pm Open Mic Night

Thursday 20th

Ye Olde Monken Holt 8.30 – 10.30pm - Irish Session

Malt & Hops 7.30pm - Open Mic Night (3rd Thursday of month)

Friday 21st

Butchers Arms 9pm – 11.45 - The Bluesbrokers (blues/rock)

Barrington Bar 8.30 pm - midnight - Karaoke with Neil

Chipping Barnet SC 33 High Street 7pm – Late - The Dream Mansion with Matt Backer

Ye Olde Monken Holt 9pm – 11.50pm - DJ The Real Slim Sadie (Disco)

Rock and Roll Stories #72 - You are never too old to Rock and Roll

 When I started the band, I started a scrapbook to document the meteoric rise of the False Dots to the top of the charts and world domination of music. We genuinely believed that we would become the biggest band on the planet. We couldn't play, the songs were crap, our instruments were the cheapest rubbish we could afford. What could possibly go right? Well nothing at all. The scrapbook is a litany of the many failures of various line ups of the band between 1979 and 1990 to be successful, it is laced with bitterness and acrimony. I wrote it for myself and in some ways it is the first example of my style as a blogger, although the targets were ex band members rather than politicians. Then it stops until 2000. This is the first entry of the new century.

I restarted  the band for a specific purpose. To record some of the old songs for my own personal pleasure, as I had my own recording studio. I had no plans to gig, no plans to release music, no plans to take the band seriously. Then fate intervened. My best mate and business partner, Ernie Ferebee died, we decided to do a benefit gig for his family and the bug bit again. That was 26 years ago and the band has been active ever since. I was 37 years old then and considered myself past it, so it seemed pointless persuing the Rock and Roll dream. However, it was a total blast and great fun, so I saw no reason not to do it. We settled into a pattern of doing one or two gigs a year, at local venues and usually for cancer charities and local festivals. It sort of scratched the itch. In 2010-11 we had a brief period when Connie Abbe joined as singer, were we returned to Camden Town and recorded some material seriously, with a view to getting Connie a deal. Connie left to join Emmanual Jal on a world tour and Allen Ashley rejoined. We settled back into 3-4 gigs a year. 

Allen departed during Covid. I returned to singing duties for the first time since 1982 and we started writing new material. A gig at the Mill Hill Music Festival followed by a gig at the Dublin Castle in 2022 confirmed something that had been bothering me probably since Connie was in the band. The music industry has always been focussed on new young bands. Of course it is right to make the primary focus on upcoming talent and new ideas. However, there are so many great bands and solo artists who are not teenagers/young musicians who are making great music. The industry is not at all intersted in artists once they no longer look like teenagers, unless they are megastars with billions of fans. The artists who have the biggest income streams are generally not teenagers, they are established bands, like Madonna and The Rolling Stones, who have an audience of an age where there is plenty of disposable cash. But the industry completely lacks the wit and intelligence to see that there is a huge market for new music for this age group.

Bands like The False Dots, playing a genre that is not in vogue such as North London style Ska music still get a great reception live. We have nuerous radio plays on specialist online Ska stations. Everyone tells us our music is great. People like the fact that we break all the rules of Rock and Roll, and we don't give a $h1t but the gatekeepers of the mainstream sneer at us. Online, our Youtube channel has had just shy of 100,000 views. One of our songs, Put me in the Spotlight, was used by Manchester City FC as the theme tune for their Goal of the Month show in 2012. It was played 47 million times. Our gigs are a blast. It is enough for me. But it is 100% clear to me that a wider audience is being failed by the gatekeepers. I don't say this because we are not on Telly. I am saying this because over the last five years, we've played dozens of gigs, with other amazing bands on the bill, making mindblowing music and none get a look in. 

One of the things that the False Dots have started to do regularly is matinee gigs at the Dublin Castle. For many of our audience, this works well. Many have moved out of London, so there is no stress of getting the last train home etc. They can come and see us, have a few beers with mates, maybe a bite to eat after and still be tucked up in bed at 9pm with the cocoa (or whatever their tipple of choice is). I have realised that bands like ours have to adapt the way we do things. I still love playing headline shows finishing at 11pm and we get many younger fans who are also up for this. However I realised that we were missing a trick when many of our fans said "We prefer it when you do support slots so we can get home". 

Any band that wants to have an audience needs to stay in touch with its fanbase. So we've tried to gear our programme around making sure that anyone who may like our music gets a chance to see us when it suits them. You are never too old to Rock and Roll, but Rock and Roll needs to make damn sure that it gives everyone a chance to join in the fun, be it as a musican, a punter or both! The current stage of the  journey started in 2000 and I still feel we are only half way to Paradise! I hope that there are a few more chapters of Rock and Roll Stories to tell!

And if you've not heard the music of The False Dots, CLICK HERE and if you want to come and see us, in a Matinee Show click on the picture for full details of our album launch and my birthday show, on 23rd August at The Dublin Castle