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I’m closing this blog down for a bit. Details of the next book launch and library session will be up shortly here.

Feb 23. Well that was worth getting up for. Tyson Fury dominated Deontay Wilder from the off in their high stakes rematch, battering the Brown Bomber over six and a half brutal rounds. Fury floored the previously unbeaten Yank twice to win the WBC heavyweight belt by a TKO. The Gypsy King never looked in trouble. At one point he even licked his opponent’s blood – he does love his mind-games. And after Wilder’s corner threw in the towel, Tyson still had the energy for a spot of karaoke. Perfect. Now bring on Joshua for the unifier.



Much has been written about the sad suicide of Caroline Flack, and the toxic pressures of social media and so on. Much less has been said about veterans like Eddie ‘Spud’ Murphy formerly of the Royal Highland Fusiliers who took his own life on Thursday. Friends say it looks likely that Eddie’s death was in response to the on-going, one-sided witch-hunt being conducted against British soldiers who served during The Troubles, soldiers who did their duty and have been shamefully betrayed by both the legal system and our Government. Is Boris Johnson really prepared to see our veterans endure political show trials? The clock is ticking. Action this day, Boris. Action this day.



Feb 22. The Democrats’ debate in Vegas was so aggressive it could have been on the undercard for tonight’s big fight. Poor old Mike “Loadsa Money” Bloomsberg got hammered from all directions. The New York Post likened the former New York mayor to “The turkey at a turkey shoot”. He was attacked for being a billionaire, called a racist, a sexist, and criticised for his NDAs. Bloomers may be rich, but he’s no debater. He’s cash rich, rhetoric poor. My friends in the States tell me hard-left socialist Bernie Sanders will win the nomination and then “lose gloriously” to Trump. The vote might be a damn sight closer than they imagine.



The cast of Friends are said to be getting $2m each to re-unite for an unscripted one-off special. Good luck with that. Most actors without a writer are as much use as a jockey without a horse.



Has anyone seen Boris? The PM seems to have gone into hiding rather than say, meet the poor sods hit by the floods. Poor show BoJo. You need less HS2 on the agenda and more H20.



Feb 11. If you hate the hounding of British army veterans please support Dennis Hutchings who is fighting to stop having to go on trial yet again for a fatal shooting in Ulster nearly half a century ago. Dennis, 78 – who has kidney failure and heart disease – has already been tried and cleared twice over the death of John-Pat Cunningham in June 1974. There is no new evidence, no witnesses and no fresh information, yet he has been accused of attempted murder and is due to stand trial – without a jury – on 9th March. As he launched a crowd-funding drive today, Mr Hutchings said: “I spent 26 years serving my country and now I am being hung out to dry like a common criminal. I want to put the Government in a position where they make good on their promise to protect veterans from these ludicrous witch-hunts so no one else is thrown to the wolves. It is disgusting. I’ve spent five years’ on bail when I’m a sick man. And still they’ve come up with no new evidence. The politicians have got to get off their backsides and get on with looking after ex-soldiers.”



Dennis, from Cornwall, a former member of the Life Guards, intends to bring a Judicial Review on the grounds that British veterans are suffering “discriminatory treatment” by the criminal justice system. His lawyers believe that the new trial contravenes Article 6 of the European Convention on Human Rights. On the wrongful killing Mr Hutchings says: “On 15 June 1974 John Patrick Cunningham was shot and killed in Northern Ireland. This was a tragic incident. I did not shoot Mr Cunningham. I was arrested at the time and after an investigation I was informed in writing that the Director of Public Prosecutions had directed that I would not be prosecuted. In 2011 the Historic Enquiries Unit of the Police Service of Northern Ireland (PSNI) cold-case reviewed this matter and again I was told no action would be taken against me. Then, out of the blue, on 21 April 2015 I was arrested at my home in England by police officers from Northern Ireland and taken the same day to Belfast where I was held for four days and interviewed on numerous occasions; more times, I’m told than Harold Shipman, believed to be history’s most prolific serial killer. I was then charged with Attempted Murder. I have been fighting this case ever since.”



When Dennis Hutchings was arrested the Director of Public Prosecutions in Northern Ireland was Barra McGrory QC, whose clients had included Gerry Adams and Martin McGuinness and who first came to national prominence when he took a case to Strasbourg arguing that the killing of three IRA operatives in Gibraltar by the SAS had been unnecessary; a jury trial in Gibraltar previously found that the terrorists had been shot lawfully. (Mr McGrory says that he has also represented Loyalist paramilitaries and police officers). Yes the death of John-Pat, a young man with learning difficulties, was a shocking waste of an innocent life, but no more so than most of the victims of the Troubles. Ninety per cent of the 3,720 killings in Northern Ireland were at the hands of terrorists, yet veterans who served at the height of the IRA’s terror campaign are 54 times more likely to face prosecution than Republican paramilitaries. Stop the witch-hunt. Support Dennis Hutchings here.



Feb 11. A brand new Sounds of Glory show goes live tonight at 11pm on Second City Radio including tracks from The Cars, Ten Pole Tudor, The Jam, The Monkees, The Undertones, Dennis Brown and many more. It’s a proper old school din and no mistake.



Feb 10. Thank you Street Sounds for making my 60s crime novel, All Or Nothing, your ‘Pulp Fiction Book Of The Year’. You can buy it for £6.99 direct from here. Or if you want a signed copy, order it here.

The next reading and Q&A session will be at Paddington Library next month; details to follow. About All Or Nothing: ​ London 1966. The Swinging City, awash with youthful creativity, music and fashion, excitement and opportunity. And beneath Soho’s glittering promise lurk the shadowy men who cynically exploit it, the gangsters supplying the drugs, the women, the knocked-off booze and whatever else you need to get you through the night... if the price is right. Men like Steve Knight an East End Mod with a small gang and a big dream. Steve is smart enough but is he hard enough to see it through? With the Richardsons banged up and the shadow of the law starting to fall on the Kray Twins, smaller firms are jockeying for position. And as the violence escalates, and the police start to take notice, the Knight brothers have one of their own to worry about... In this brash, exotic, disturbing new London, only one thing is certain: not all of them will make it through alive.



Feb 9. The launch party for my 2-Tone and Mod 40th anniversary books will now happen in London on the 4th April. Get in touch if you fancy coming along. Watch the Garry Bushell page on Facebook for other events.



I’m chatting to veteran DJ Johnnie Walker about his incredible rise from “outlaw” pirate radio to national treasure, via punk rock promoter... only in today’s Sunday Express.



Senior Treasury officials are discussing hiking up taxes to pay for Johnson’s economic policies according to today’s Telegraph. Rumours that they’re currently being advised by Thomas Picketty cannot be confirmed or denied. Mansion taxes and pension raids don’t sound very Conservative to me, but then BoJo is already showing signs of being no different from all the others. He’s wrong on Huawei, he’s backing HS2, he’s banning journalists from briefings, he looks likely to sell out our veterans etc etc. If the Tories “soak the rich” in southern England they will betray their core voters, opening their flank to attack from Nigel Farage – or anyone else who believes in low tax, small government and any combination of law & order, border controls and traditional family and community. Brexit voters will have to watch these slippery bastards like hawks.



Feb 7. Labour dominated Newham Council in East London have proudly tweeted about their Drag Queen Story Times “for under-5s and their parents and carers” at Canning Town Library tonight. That’s not a misprint. Under-5s!! You don’t have to be a raging reactionary to raise an eyebrow, glittered or otherwise, about this. And Labour wonder why they’re losing working class voters...



Feb 4. Why are the government banning journalists from Downing Street briefings? Are they taking lessons from Trump, Putin or the Saudis? Rather than restrict access to his favoured publications – The Times, The Telegraph, Viz comic etc – Boris should embrace press freedom. Worrying.



Feb 1. Seven men pleaded guilty to terrorist charges arising from a covert MI5 operation against the Continuity IRA (CIRA) last week. They were members of a terrorist organisation, training to murder and amassing weapons and information. The police call it “One of the most significant terrorism cases in recent times”. Yet incredibly all seven have been released on bail. Why wasn’t this scandal front page news? And why are the authorities apparently obliged to tip-toe around Irish terrorists? They should be treated no differently from Jihadis.



Jan 31. Happy Independence Day! There’s a lot of work to be done of course, but we have finally got our nation – and our democracy – back. The worst part of the last 1317 days has been the repeated claims by Remainers that anyone who voted Leave was at best thick and at worst narrow-minded, bigoted and probably xenophobic...simply because we wanted to make our own laws, police our own borders and leap free of the European Union’s draining mix of micro-regulation, uniformity and red tape. They were furious that the great unwashed failed to fall into line. The ruling class have hated this country, and England in particular, since the 1930s. It was genuinely bizarre to see “Labour” politicians lining up with the CBI, the banks, the BBC, the judiciary and the senior echelons of the civil service to trot out the same old doom-mongering nonsense. They’ll have to change to survive. Ranting rent-a-gobs like Terry Christian will keep banging on until their hearts explode, but sensible Remainers realise that there is no going back. The country needs to come together and work together. It’s been said that Britain can be “Hong Kong to the EU’s China”. I like the sentiment but who really believes the unaccountable monolith of the EU will last as long as China? Most Leave voters love Europe, its people and its cultures, as I do. Let’s hope other European countries follow our lead and vote to carve out their own destinies too, as allies and friends.



Jan 20. Watching the documentary Rush: Time Stand Still reminded me what a technically superb drummer Neil Ellwood Peart was – both intricate and explosive. Even his fills were detailed. Dave Grohl called him “another species of drummer”. Canadian Peart, who died aged 67 earlier this month, was the main lyric writer for the wildly complex geek-friendly rock band. His huge futuristic drum kit was likened to an industrial plant. Rush had elements of conceptual prog rock, metal, and a tendency to quote from classical composers. Peart’s lyrics added to the unorthodox mix. A follower of Ayn Rand, he scandalised the NME back in 1978 by telling them Britain had been “ruined” by socialism. Later he claimed he’d become a “bleeding heart libertarian”. Farmer’s son, Neil was inspired to drum by Keith Moon. Ginger Baker, Gene Krupa and John Bonham were major influences too. He joined Rush in 1974. Gene Simmons of Kiss joked that Neil, Geddy Lee (born Gary Weinrib) and Alex Lifeson were the ugliest band in rock, “too ugly to get laid”. Never orthodox, Peart preferred to travel to gigs on his BMW R1200GS than on Rush’s luxury tour bus – he wrote books about his road trips. Travel was his way of coping with the loss of his 19-year-old daughter Selena and common-law wife Jacquelyn in the late 90s. He married rock photographer Carrie Nuttall in 2000 and is survived by her and their daughter Olivia. In 2015 Neil retired after being diagnosed with a brain tumour. He was a hugely talented, free-thinking musician who despised the over-commercialisation of the music industry. He told Rolling Stone that rock was “about being your own hero... I set out to never betray the values that 16-year-old had, to never sell out, to never bow to the man. A compromise is what I can never accept.”



Garry Bushell OnlineJan 19. I’m talking to Penn Jillette and 1970s Liverpool soul sensations The Real Thing in today’s Sunday Express. Here’s one story deemed too rude for the printed page. Penn dated Debbie Harry for three years in the 80s and told me that he’d invented a sexual device for her pleasure. He called it the Jill-Jet and swears it was extremely effective, although those weren’t quite the words he used... Talking of things we couldn’t print, last year I asked Gavin & Stacey star Larry Lamb how he relaxed and he immediately replied “I have one off the wrist”. Lovely.



Jan 18. It looks like the belated book launch party for my Mod and 2-Tone books will now be happening in Shoreditch, East London at the end of February. Please get in touch if you’d like to come. We’ll have copies of my novels available on the night too.



Equity’s response to Laurence Fox’s entertaining appearance on Question Time is entirely predictable. As “liberal progressives” they can’t tolerate anyone with different views. Denounce him! Purge him! Hate-hate-hate!



Jan 16. Half a million? That’s how much the House of Commons's Commission reckons it would cost if the Great Bell of Big Ben bonged to celebrate leaving the EU at 11pm on January 31. £500K! It didn’t cost that on New Year’s Eve. It’s £14,200 usually. Ah but the contractors say they’d have to reinstate a floor underneath Big Ben that was removed this month, and then reinstall the temporary equipment needed to make the bell sound. Yeah, yeah. I know a couple of scaffolders who’d sort it for a grand, cash in hand, no questions asked. If not, we have the bells recorded don’t we? So why not just hire a PA and crank up the volume? It’d give us the symbolism and embody the spirit of can-do Blighty.



Jan 14. Labour’s potential leaders look about as inspiring as Norwich City. It’s like trying to choose between arsenic and strychnine. I grew up in a Labour household in south east London and was a member of the party up until 1986, so it saddens me to see them committing electoral suicide. Their useless candidates include Lady Nugee, who famously sneered at the English flag, a continuity Corbyn drone and a knighted millionaire lawyer who tried his best to overturn the referendum result. Labour isn’t the party of Clement Atlee and Harold Wilson any more. They’ve been replaced by a strange breed of “woke” middle class liberals and bourgeois Marxists who care more about fashionable fringe issues than everyday challenges. Their narrow orthodoxies and blinkered views – on everything from family and law and order to gender identity, via defence, border controls and knife crime – are more likely to lose the votes of concerned citizens than convert them. You rarely hear them talk about homes and jobs, and they seem to have no understanding of aspiration. In contrast Old Labour spoke to the British working class and addressed their problems. Old Labour was patriotic. Old Labour supported grammar schools as a means of undermining the class system, and law and order as a means of punishing predators. They were conservative with a small c – unlike the Tories who don’t seek to conserve much at all. They would have been horrified to see British soldiers being hounded through the courts. (What’s happened to Boris’s promise to stop that?). Corbynistas would say Old Labour failed as we still live in a capitalist country. But firstly when they had the reins of power, Labour created the NHS, established the Open University, nationalised the railways etc, and secondly history has shown time after time that command economies don’t work. You have to ride the tiger of the free market while taming its excesses. If Labour can’t speak for the working class, someone else will... but I don’t think a new party will come from “the far right”. The far right barely exists in the UK, except in the fevered imagination of the far Left who behave more like fascists than any other organised grouping in the country. It was bizarre last year to see trade unionist Eddie Dempsey of the RMT get “no-platformed” by Oxford graduate Owen Jones for daring to make the leftwing case for Brexit. Dagenham-born fire-fighter Paul Embery was suspended from the FBU executive council for the same reason. Embery supports the Blue Labour tendency that essentially stands for all the things that once made the Labour Party successful. Britain needs a credible opposition that stands up for the man and woman on the street, a Democratic People’s Party that can offer stability, freedom and progress; a party genuinely for the many and not the right-on few. Sir Keir won’t deliver that.



Just one thought on Megxit: did no one ever explain to Meghan the difference between royalty and celebrity? I wish her and Harry well but can you honestly see it lasting?



Jan 13. R.I.P. philosopher Sir Roger Scruton, one of the brightest and bravest conservative thinkers of our age. It took (and takes) real guts to speak freely in the face of mob intolerance. Here’s the interview I did with the great man on my old GBH radio show.



Jan 12. Gwyneth “Pepper Potts” Paltrow has produced a candle called This Smells Like My Vagina. Sadly I have no way of knowing if it does, but many of Gwyn’s off-screen activities seem to revolve around her fanny. When she isn’t steam-cleaning it, she’s poking jade eggs up there. It’s what they do in California. But would the media be quite so enthusiastic if Ozzy Osbourne marketed a candle called This Smells Like My Cock? At least it’d be the right shape.

Jan 1st 2020. Happy New Year!! I’m sorry the rate of blog entries here has plummeted like Holly Willoughby’s cleavage of late; work is pretty hectic, but I will keep you up to date with book news, readings etc as often as I can. As always, thanks for reading and all the best for the Roaring Twenties!



Random irritations: 1) constant “Remain” propaganda on social media predicting post-Brexit doom and gloom but oddly never mentioning the stagnant German economy or the French transport strike, now in its fifth week. The Yellow Vests’ protests have been going on all year. Chomeur en avant! 2) “Veganuary” propaganda, the only vegan I know really well bangs on about their superior diet but is constantly ill. They need to take supplements to supply the nutrients missing from their grub, small but vital things like Vitamins B12, A & C, iron and zinc. 3) Climate change hypocrisy – the BBC just devoted a whole edition of Radio 4’s Today programme to Greta Thunberg, and to make it they flew to Stockholm. That’s right, flew, by air, in a passenger jet. The idea of taking a ferry presumably didn’t occur to these over-privileged numb nuts.



Rock music ages constantly. It may be the soundtrack of teenage rebellion, but nowadays its leading practitioners look more like the cast of The Last Of The Summer Wine. Paul McCartney, 77, and Aerosmith with Steve Tyler, 71, headline Glastonbury this year, while the biggest UK arena tour is an 80s classical package including Jimmy Somerville, Belinda Carlisle, Howard Jones, Nik Kershaw, Carol Decker and the Royal Philharmonic Concert orchestra. Rock’n’roll! Um, no. But big business all the same. This last decade has belonged to K-Pop, EDM, and acts like Kanye, Kendrick, Arianne, Adele and Beyoncé. I admit, I was more interested in urchins like Missing Andy, the chippy Essex boys who turned out minor masterpieces like Dave, Scum and Made In England. At the protest end of popular music, Louise Distras has emerged as the most significant new artist in the UK. Check out Dreams From The Factory Floor and watch out for her new album which is even better. Globally, the Arctic Monkeys’ fifth album, 2013’s AM, was the Sheffield boys’ best yet, with Alex Turner’s slippery lyrics married to everything from g-funk to heavy rock riffs with a side order of John Cooper Clarke.



In actual rock, Rival Sons got better and better ending the decade with the blistering Led Zep influenced Feral Dogs, and heavy blues based rock enjoyed a live revival around bands like the Graveltones. In what now must be fourth generation Ska, the genuinely exciting Interrupters burst onto the California scene with their magnificent anthem Take Back The Power. They tour Britain next month with support from London’s Buster Shuffle who have echoes of Madness and Chas & Dave and go down well with audiences from Madrid to Mexico City. There’s an obvious punk/2-Tone influence in the Bar Stool Preachers too (check out One Fool Down). Beach Slang are probably the best youngish pop-punk combo around. While older punk names like Penetration and Stiff Little Fingers continue to produce excellent new work.



Street punk has had new lease of life with audiences all over the globe and plenty of young up-and-coming bands abound; but for my money the best albums of the decade came from those relative oldies Argy Bargy – who sounded like an angrier Jam on Hopes, Dreams, Lies & Schemes – the even older guard Cockney Rejects (East End Babylon) and Cock Sparrer (Forever), and the sprightly youth, cough, who constitute the Old Firm Casuals (Holger Danske). The London/Poland combo Booze & Glory may be controversial but songs like Only Fools Get Caught, Carry On and Blood From A Stone put them streets ahead of most rivals. In Germany, Stomper 98 had actual hits. French band Lion’s Law continue to impress. And Oi bands continue pop up everywhere from Brazil to Japan. Too many self-styled punks are obsessed with some imaginary “purity” but there’s no purity in obscurity. Raw rock ’n’ roll with a message of backstreet rebellion, freedom, protest and working class patriotism has to be carried into the heart of the charts if it aspires to mean a light. Gawd knows we need it.




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