Dec 31 2019. RIP. Neil Innes of the Bonzos and brilliant Beatles parody band The Rutles whose 1978 doc All You Need Is Cash clearly inspired later mockumentaries like Spinal Tap. Essex-born Neil wrote wry, witty and satirical songs and never got the recognition he deserved. He was 75.

Dec 11. Last night's Sounds of Glory show now on Spreaker, everyone from the Boss and The Clash to Horace Faith and Roy C - here.

Dec 5. Three Brexit MEPs have called on Brexit supporters to vote Conservative next week. They would do, wouldn’t they? Annunziata Rees-Mogg, John Longworth, Lucy Harris and Lance Forman were Tory defectors to begin with. But here’s the big question: Can we trust Boris to deliver? He’s certainly saying the right things. Maybe we’ve turned a corner. Maybe the Conservatives finally understand they have to deliver a meaningful Brexit in order to survive as a political force. The last Euro elections put the fear of god into them. They must know that if they let us down again they’ll follow the Empire Free Trade Brigade down the gurgler of history. That said, the Tories remain the only party who can form a Leave government. The alternative – an economically innumerate Labour Party led by a life-long terrorist sympathiser – is too horrible to contemplate. Their manifesto is a blueprint for national ruin, and Corbyn’s leadership is a slap in the face for the decent, patriotic, non-dogmatic and proudly working class party I once belonged to. Atlee and Wilson must be spinning in their tins. Only the Social Democratic Party seem keen to keep the spirit of old mainstream Labour alive. The Brexit Party has some good people and Farage is right to call for reform of the Lords etc, but it’s a single-issue alliance that won’t hold together. New balls and new vision are needed. Working class voices need to be heard, aspirations recognised and values respected. The situation of England and the English within the UK needs to be addressed, and the persecution of our old soldiers must stop. In the meantime, I think I’m going to have to hold my nose and vote for an MP I don’t like just in the faint hope that we can finally, all together, get Brexit done.

Dec 2. This made my day – Nish Kumar was booed at a charity cricket lunch after his piss-poor Brexit jokes went down like Junker on a bender. Bread rolls were lobbed at him – just as well he didn’t upset a Lib Dem audience, they would have thrown quinoa. Kumar’s reaction was to label his heckler’s “rightwing”, just as he calls his critics “racist”. It never occurs to Nish that he just ain’t funny enough.

Dec 1. Telly tough guy Michael Brandon tells me why the White Christmas musical made him cry and Shadows drummer Brian Bennett shares his memories of the English rock ’n’ roll pioneers, plus I’m talking TV with Billy Pearce... only in today’s Sunday Express.

Nov 29. You’ve got to love Londoners. Another terrorist fruit-loop went on the rampage at London Bridge today and the public steamed into him. If they’d followed the “run, hide, tell” official advice more lives would have been lost. The Met police firearms unit were quick off the mark and did their tough job well, but let’s hope the citizen heroes each get the George Cross. My thoughts are with the families of the victims, our anger should be directed at the knackered criminal justice system and our useless political class.

Nov 27. Sad to hear we’ve lost Clive James. I remember reading his brilliant TV column in the Observer in my teens and loving it. He turned television criticism into an art form. No-one who followed him was funnier, although AA Gill and Ally Ross came and come close respectively. When I finally met Clive in the 90s he was everything I hoped he’d be – warm, witty, wise...and generous too. He was aware of Bushell On The Box and claimed to enjoy it. Details of Clive James’s career as a writer and broadcaster, his life (and loves) will be all over the papers, but here, in his honour, are some of his finest, funniest lines:

James on Murray Walker: “Even in moments of tranquillity, Murray Walker sounds like a man whose trousers are on fire.”

On the original Poldark (1975): “A wall of corn from Cornwall, BBC One’s new serial Poldark is aptly branded with a title which turns out to be an anagram for Old Krap. I rest my case.”

Beyoncé at Glastonbury: “Beyoncé and pathos are strangers. Amy Winehouse and pathos are flatmates, and you should see the kitchen.”

David Frost interviewing Nixon: “As if he had not been overweening enough, Frost abandoned the role of Grand Inquisitor and took on the greatest characterization of all – God.”

The Pearl Harbour film: “It made me wish that the Japanese had bombed Hollywood instead.”

John McEnroe: “as charming as a dead mouse on a loaf of bread.”

Barbara Cartland’s eyes: “like the corpses of two crows that had flown into a chalk cliff.”

And finally, taking us upmarket, on the 19th century poet Rainer Rilke: “Rilke used to say that no poet would mind going to jail, since he would at least have time to explore the treasure house of his memory. In many respects Rilke was a prick.”

Nov 25. Jo Swinson gets a lot of stick, much of it richly deserved. But am I alone in thinking that a slo-mo broadcast of her in a tight top with appropriate music might attract swing voters?

Nov 24. I’m chatting to comedy crackpots Vic & Bob in today’s Sunday Express and talking TV with rock ’n’ roll veteran Joe Brown.

Nov 23. RIP Martin Hooker, the former boss of Secret Records and founder of the Music For Nations rock and metal label, who has died after a long illness aged 66. Martin signed the Alarm, the Exploited, Infa Riot and Twisted Sister (among others) and MFN was Metallica’s first UK label. Nick a copy of my book Sounds of Glory Volume 2 to read about my chaotic trip with Martin to West Berlin with the Exploited before the Wall came down...

I’m not going to be blogging about this election. It’s too depressing. The manifestos are laughable and economically illiterate; the leaders mostly hopeless – Corbyn, Swinson, Boris, is this really the best we can do? The televised debates are feeble. You’ll have heard more informed arguments in your local.

I just spoke to dancehall reggae legend Shaggy in New York. It definitely was him…

Nov 10. On Remembrance Sunday, here is how to give to the Royal British Legion.

Garry Bushell OnlineNov 9. Forty anniversary editions of my books Dance Craze: Rude Boys On The Road and Time For Action (on 2-Tone and New Mod respectively) are out now and can be ordered direct from the publisher. Finished copies of the Mod one are expected on Tuesday, from here.

Nov 5. The BBC’s list of “100 Novels that shaped our world” is bonkers. Missed classics include The Bonfire Of The Vanities, The Catcher In The Rye, Vanity Fair, A Clockwork Orange and The Grapes Of Wrath. There’s no Jane Eyre. No Henry James or Conrad. You look in vain for Kipling, Thomas Hardy and Jack London... The list ticks a lot of predictable boxes but in the process it blanks some brilliant books.

I was asked recently to name my favourite novels of this century so far. Without hesitation I’d say: I Am Pilgrim by Terry Hayes, Carter Beats The Devil by Glen David Gold, John Niven’s Kill Your Friends, and Michael Chabon’s The Yiddish Policemen’s Union.

Nov 3. Seeing Phil Dampier on TV reminded me of the time I and Nick Ferrari convinced the renowned royal reporter of the existence of a 13th episode of Fawlty Towers. Over the course of six or seven pints at the Dome at Ludgate Circus, we ad-libbed the plot so eloquently that Phil believed us completely. I wonder if he ever shared that knowledge in royal circles and if now even Prince Charles believes in that special mythical episode shown only once for “legal reasons”.

Garry Bushell OnlineNOV 2. My new novel HELL BENT is out now. It’s part horror thriller and part comic fantasy – a real departure from the pulp fiction of The Face. But Harry Tyler fans needn’t fret, I’m still working on book four in The Face saga, and I will (eventually) get around to the second instalment of the All Or Nothing trilogy. Both Hell Bent and All Or Nothing are available from Amazon but if you fancy a signed copy please order them via my shop page.

I watched the rugby world cup final in Wetherspoons with some mates this morning. Absolutely first class – the Guinness was perfectly poured, the company was entertaining, the breakfast ginormous and the bottomless coffee was a welcome restorative. Let’s not talk about the rugby.

NOV 1. Someone is running an Airbnb inside a shipping container in today’s papers. An oblong metal box. And yet it still looks more comfortable than the “luxury airbnb” I was promised by an LA-based film-maker in 2017. This turned out to be a poxy blow-up bed in the shop-front of a spa which left me in agony for months. The moral? Never believe a word anyone in Hollywood tells you. Like British politics the place is built on lies and full of ridiculous chancers.

Oct 31. Samira Ahmed is demanding a small fortune from the BBC because it paid her less than the hugely irritating Jeremy Vine for presenting the same show. Sam forgets one thing – Vine is a household name, she isn’t. My local landlady could read out the pre-scripted links on It’ll Be Alright On The Night. Anyone literate could, but ITV pay tedious big-head David Walliams bucket-loads to do it because they think his star quality will pull in more viewers. It isn’t a gender pay dispute, it’s a fame game.

Oct 30. The Grenfell Fire investigation report is being released in two phases giving the (perhaps intentionally) false impression that the London Fire Brigade was to blame for the disaster, rather than say politicians or the cowboy contractors who were responsible for turning the block into death trap. Scapegoating our firefighters is despicable, especially when FB warnings from previous blazes were clearly ignored.

Oct 29. Boris has finally got his General Election. So will he do a deal with the Brexit Party? BoJo may have the political X Factor but I can’t be the only one who doesn’t trust modern Tories. They lie a lot and aren’t remotely conservative. They’ve let down the armed forces over historic prosecutions and the only people May ever stood up to were the Old Bill. Besides, we can’t be sure Boris will deliver Brexit. The Withdrawal Agreement isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It simply allows Britain to begin talks on a trade deal. It leaves us at the mercy of EU legislation, craps on Northern Ireland, allows the ECJ to carry on sticking its beak in to our affairs...and hands the Eurocrats £39billion of our dosh for the privilege. It’s reasonable to assume the deal will be watered down even further before it becomes law. Farage called it right, no-deal – i.e. genuine Brexit – would work out better for us in the long run than this. So expect the Mail to knee Nige in the metaphorical knackers for the next six weeks.

Oct 23. Joanne Swinson, leader of the misnamed Liberal Democrats, today called the leaders of other parties “six white men” stuck in the past. Is it now acceptable to use someone’s ethnicity as an insult? Or is it okay to be racist (and misandrist) if your targets are Caucasian males? Would Jo be more tolerant of their views if all six were transgender folk from Togo or Tanzania? Has she not noticed that Barnier, Juncker, Tusk, Varadkar, Verhofstadt and Tajani are also six white men stuck in the past (albeit the past where the EU empire builders looked somehow ‘progressive’)? And while we’re on the subject of queries she won’t answer, is she the same Glasgow-born Joanne Swinson who stood in the 2017 election on a Fib-Dim manifesto promising to honour the result of the 2016 Referendum? Is she at all influenced by the fact that her husband is an executive director of Transparency International, a company that has received £4million in funding from the EU and a further £167K from George Soros’s Open Society? Can she remember voting in favour of tuition fees in 2010, and for Tribunal fees – i.e. charging the poor for legal access – etc, etc...

Oct 18. Is Boris’s deal really Brexit? It looks a lot like Theresa May’s one to me. The EU top-dogs seem hugely enthusiastic, indeed exuberant about it, which should set alarm bells ringing.

Oct 17. A quick PS to yesterday’s entry on 1978. Other great music that came out that year included incredible hit singles like Teenage Kicks, Another Girl Another Planet, the Buzzcocks’ Ever Fallen In Love, The Clash’s White Man In Hammersmith Palais and Blondie’s Denis... Bruce Springsteen released the brilliant Darkness On The Edge Of Town, The Jam gave us All Mod Cons, Dr Alimantado was the best-dressed chicken in town and as my Scouse mate Richie Rocker reminds me, it was also the year of Stop Yu Loafin’ by Jah Thomas. Irie, as we used to say.

Oct 16. A study claims that 1978 was “Britain’s unhappiest year”. What? It was a great year. We had The Sweeney, Rising Damp and Whatever Happened To The Likely Lads on TV. Benny Hill hadn’t been banished from the box by the middle class thought police drones. Morecambe & Wise drew 28million viewers at Christmas. The charts were full of Blondie, Ian Dury, Darts, Chic, Jilted John, Boney M and Althea & Donna; Sham 69 and Public Image made Number One, great bands like The Skids and the Members were coming through... And if John Travolta floated your boat, Grease was everywhere. Plus Liverpool retained the European Cup, Charlton beat the Magpies 4-1 (don’t mention Preston North End) and the Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy was on Radio 4. 1978 was also the year my eldest daughter was born, the year I joined Sounds and on top of that you could buy a pint for about 4 bob. Cheers! Unhappy my arse!

Oct 11. Dame Sally Davies – England’s Chief Medical Officer – has called for a ban on eating on public transport. I nearly choked on my KFC breakfast bucket when I read that on the 9.29 from Bexley today. Seriously I never eat on trains or buses (give or take the odd post-session, late night Cornish pasty – we’ve all been there) but what business is it of the government what we eat or where we eat it? How are they going to police it? Will Sal install Nanny State cops on every train to frisk us for Pringles? At the moment the train companies can’t even stop selfish berks putting their dirty boots and shoes on the seats. What will happen to buffet car staff? And how are passengers supposed to cope on long journeys? It’s bad enough when the trains come to a standstill – you could starve to death on the long wait outside Hither Green. But imagine London to Glasgow without so much as a cheese sandwich. Even a haggis would seem appetising.

Oct 10. I hate to say it, but my gut instinct is Boris’s new deal will end up being May’s Withdrawal Bill with a little added sleight of hand around the Irish backstop. The EU won’t give an inch, sorry centimetre, because they want to reduce the UK to the status of a captive market, little more than a colony. Brussels won’t negotiate a trade deal unless they can control our laws, which is exactly the petty-minded intransigence 17.4million voted against. I reckon we’ve been punked and Boris’s antics are just smoke and mirrors. Inevitably our great middle class “satirists” are happily lining up with senior judges, Remainer Lords, multinational corporations etc – i.e. what we used to call the ruling class. You never hear that Germany is teetering on the edge of a recession on The Mash Report or the BBC TV News; nor have I seen the EU’s high unemployment or relative economic underperformance mentioned even in passing.

Oct 6. R.I.P. Lewisham’s own Ginger Baker, one of the great, innovative modern drummers. His jazzy style was as influential as his temper was volcanic. For proof, listen to White Room, Toad, or Sunshine Of My Love.

Oct 5. I’m pleased to report that OMD misremembered my review of Electricity. For the actual wording you’ll have to buy their book... or wait for Sounds Of Glory Volume 3 which will be a lot cheaper...

Oct 4. I just bumped into Andy McCluskey and Paul Humphreys who took great pleasure in quoting the less than generous review I gave OMD’s first single, ‘Electricity’, in 1979. “What do two Scousers know about electricity?” I’m alleged to have written... “It’s in our book,” Paul told me with a broad grin. Maybe so but as the book costs a pony I won’t be buying it to check. Odd isn’t it, they’re minted, they’ve sold truck loads of albums and yet they recited every bloody word of that review. But never mind, ‘Maid Of Orleans’ was pop genius. Pleasure to be proved wrong, chaps.

Oct 2. Gutted to hear we’ve lost Barrie Masters of Eddie & The Hot Rods. They came out of Canvey Island in the mid-70s and electrified the self-indulgent rock scene of the time with their raw, high energy rock ’n’ roll – as heard on early classics like ‘Teenage Depression’ (‘Well I’m spending all my money and it’s going up my nose...’). Now is probably not the right time to bring up my memories of going on the road with them in 78 when even more of their money was being hovered up their hooters. The Hot Rods emerged from the back to basics pub rock tide which helped kick open the doors for punk – they had a residency at the Nashville with Joe Strummer’s 101’ers as support, the Pistols’ first ever gig was opening for them, they were close to the Damned (remember the ‘wrong picture’ scam?) and later toured with the Ramones. Punters assumed that singer Barrie was ‘Eddie’, but Ed was actually a dummy they used to have on stage with them (Barrie later claimed that they’d sold him to Iron Maiden and he hadn’t aged well). Their biggest song was the brilliant ‘Do Anything You Wanna Do’ which was their only Top Ten hit and absolutely summed up the spirit of the time – the opposite of today’s censorious climate. Barrie Masters was a decent man and a real rocker with an awesome stage presence. R.I.P.

PS R.I.P. Larry Wallis too. The guitarist and songwriter with Motorhead (briefly) and the Pink Fairies died last month. He was a decent songwriter and a great producer too – Larry produced the Adverts’ ‘One Chord Wonders’ and ‘Gary Gilmore’s Eyes’, and ‘Solitary Confinement’ by the Members, not to mention two albums by Wreckless Eric.

Garry Bushell OnlineSep 30. Coming soon...Hell Bent, a comic fantasy.

Sep 29. I’m talking TV with Jim Davidson in today’s Sunday Express, although I see that for the sake of more sensitive readers they have cut Jim’s description of band leader Billy Cotton’s nose as being “like a scrotum”. Jim is plugging Pickle Night, a big charity do for Care After Combat. The fundraising event takes its inspiration from HMS Pickle, the Royal Navy topsail schooner that was the first ship back to England after the Battle of Trafalgar. It famously brought the message for King George III: "Sir, we have won a great victory but we have lost Lord Nelson.” West Country comedian Jethro, Moody Blues legend John Lodge and Johnny Mercer MP will be among the hundreds turning up in period naval costumes for the knees-up in Plymouth. Jim tells me: "We're going to celebrate just like the lower ranks would have done in 1805. When you arrive you'll get one plate for all three courses, and a spoon to eat them with, and one mug for all your drinks. Rum will be taken! Me and Jethro will do the comedy and if you think Davro was pissed on Good Morning Britain wait until you see the Old Gaffers sing their sea shanties!” All profits from Pickle Night in November will go to Care After Combat. Details at careaftercombat.org

Sep 28. Here are a few pictures from the latest Soldier F demo in Trafalgar Square earlier today, a protest you are unlikely to see on the BBC TV news or read about in ‘paper of record’ The Sunday Times. The distant roar heralding the arrival of hundreds of Rolling Thunder bikers built to a mighty din and was particularly moving. It was met by growing cheers and applause before the protestors moved on to form a human chain around the Palace of Westminster, scooping up stragglers from Wetherspoons along the way. These ‘Operation Zulu’ marchers proudly flew the flags of the Parachute Regiment, the Army, the United Kingdom and more. I spoke to some of the thousands of ex-Forces people and members of the public who were there. Their case is simple and hard to dismiss: why is a 70-something former British Para being prosecuted for alleged historic crimes when all of the terrorists involved in the Northern Irish troubles were set free? They surely have a point. There was never any attempt to prosecute the late Martin McGuinness, the former IRA Chief Of Staff, for example for his involvement in commissioning multiple murders or in Bloody Sunday – the Widgery inquiry heard that McGuiness fired he first shot, while the subsequent Saville inquiry concluded that he was “probably” armed with a machine gun on that day in Londonderry.
The organiser of today’s protest Gavin Wragg told the Press Association: “It’s appeasement by the British Government, it’s just to appease the IRA – we’ve got a peace process with Northern Ireland and all the terrorists were pardoned, they were all set free for the horrific crimes they committed. Now we are suddenly prosecuting only British soldiers. You either have a peace agreement for all or nobody.” Most decent, fair-minded people would agree. But there will be no jury for Soldier F. His case will be heard by a thoroughly impartial judge (who just happened to have chosen a career in law in response to Bloody Sunday...). There isn’t a statute of limitations on murder of course. Society requires justice for taking a life unlawfully no matter how many years have passed. But it also expects such crimes to be dealt with equally. Saville was supposed to draw a line under the tragedy of Northern Ireland. Instead it has bequeathed this one-sided affront to justice. Known terrorists – men who set out to murder innocents – are free, while British soldiers, sent into the province by a Labour government, are made scapegoats. While the IRA received comfort letters from Blair’s government, British heroes are targeted. Wragg said of the Soldier F prosecution: “It’s a political thing rather than a justice thing. He’s been thrown to the wolves.”
He’s right, and shamefully our craven politicians are allowing it to happen.

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Aug 31. Last night’s big Punk Brexit debate was hugely enjoyable and enlivened by many informed questions from the floor. The packed room included Manic Esso from the Lurkers, Jane Robins (who co-wrote People Like Us with Julie Burchill), and Eddie Dempsey the pro-Brexit trade union activist from South East London who has just been ‘No-Platformed’ by middle class (self-proclaimed) socialists for his views on the issue. These great defenders of democracy are all for free speech... as long as you agree with them...

Aug 30. Don’t forget I’m taking part in the Punk and Brexit debate this evening at the Wheatsheaf in Fitzrovia from 7.30pm. It couldn’t come at a more appropriate time, with our screens are awash with the middle class Remainer militants throwing their toys out of the pram. One of them had a placard yesterday that read: ‘Save democracy! Stop Brexit!’ – absurd when all the Remoaners have done for three years is try to undermine the biggest democratic vote in British history. What we’re seeing are the rumblings of an upmarket counter-revolution as Britain’s liberal elite demonstrate their contempt for the popular will and of course the ever-demonised white working class. Perhaps they’ll turn up firm-handed and pelt us with pitted olives and Waistrose quinoa, or get their designer dogs to piddle on us.

Aug 28. Last night’s Sounds of Glory is now on Spreaker, everyone from Green Day to the Blood via Benny Hill...

Aug 16. If you can’t be at the launch for my new book All Or Nothing on Sunday, you can still get signed copies via the shop page. There will be other events later this year when Hell Bent is published.

Aug 13. I’m taking part in this friendly public discussion of Punk and Brexit with Brian Denny from Trade Unionists Against The EU in Fitzrovia on August 30th. #LoveEuropeHateEuro-Federalism

Aug 3. Joe Longthorne, who has lost his long battle with cancer, was Britain’s greatest singing impressionist. I dubbed him “the Human Jukebox” because of his mastery of mimicry. On stage he was sensational, going from Bassey to Bowie via Sinatra and Dean Martin, throwing in hilarious snatches of Steptoe & Son along the way. Longthorne was the spirit of showbiz decanted into a suit. Off stage he was a lovely funny down-to-earth man, as friendly as a puppy. Eccentric though. Hull-born Joe was the only star I ever met who had a shire horse in his living room. When he invited my wife and I to see his show on Blackpool’s North Pier he promised us “the Royal Box”, which was odd as the theatre didn’t have one. Joe led us up to the roof, over a tiny wooden boardwalk, down a trap door to the lighting desk where he’d laid on a bottle of champagne. It was the best seat in the house.

Joe, from a Romany family, got his TV break on the ITV talent show Search For A Star before landing his own Joe Longthorne Show. When fad-crazy TV bosses shut the door on his career – along with many great 80s entertainers – Joe continued to pack out live shows. I championed him in my newspaper column, calling on ITV to give him his own An Audience With. House-hold name supporters included Chris Evans Noel Edmonds but the door to a TV return stayed frustratingly locked. Joe was diagnosed with leukaemia in 1989 and battled cancer for the rest of his life. He almost died during his 2006 bone marrow transplant and was given the last rites by a priest. In 2012 Joe was awarded an MBE for his charity work. He was fighter, buoyed by the love of his fans, his husband and his family.

July 27. I’m a big fan of protest singer Louise Distras. There’s no doubting her talent and passion, or the quality of her songs, but her politics seem wobblier than a plate load of jelly in a force nine gale. For example, Louise just tweeted: ‘As a half English, half Greek Cypriot woman on tour in Germany, eating Turkish kebabs, playing an Italian guitar, and driving a French car...I just wanna say, fuck Brexit! That is all.’ Hmm, well I’ve just eaten a chow mien washed down with Tsingtao beer without concluding that Xi Jinping would be the best person to run the British economy. Where do you start when faced with this level of political illiteracy? It would only make sense if Leave advocates wanted to stop trading with the world, when clearly most want to expand global trade. And if you take the patronising view that Leave voters were all mouth-foaming bigots. That’s a hell of a lot of people to libel, Lou. It’s perfectly possible, and indeed eminently sensible, to love Europe’s people, its cuisine and its culture without buying in to the EU’s inefficient, heavy-handed system of government. The European Union isn’t Europe, and the arguments against it aren’t all “right wing” (see Labour Leave for a start). Too many people naively buy into the dream of a European state without considering the horrible realities of corruption, bureaucracy, high unemployment, high costs, unbalanced books, those troublesome Euro-related problems and the lower economic growth the EU has created. The Common Agricultural Policy has been a disaster since its inception, and still isn’t fixed. It genuinely puzzles me that apparently sensible people can regard clowns like Juncker as “progressive” figures. I’d suggest Louise does a little research into the thoughts of Tony Benn and Bob Crow on the subject; those socialist stalwarts must be spinning in their tins to see so many “left-wingers” side with the Remain-heavy British Establishment on the EU. She might also look into the roots of “Europe A Nation”, a policy first advocated by Sir Oswald Mosley (even if the EU’s actual architect, Altiero Spinelli, was an arch Eurocommunist). In the meantime, I’m happy relaxing in Florida watching American TV, driving a Japanese car and sampling Mexican beers while thinking the world would be a better place with a lot less state and a lot more freedom and tolerance.

July 13. I have paperback copies of All Or Nothing in stock, so you can now order it directly from the shop page (delivery is likely to be mid-August). Let me know if you’d like it personalised. I’ll be doing the first reading/Q&A session on August 18th in the London borough of Bexley. Places are limited. Please email management@bushell.biz if you’d like to be included in the draw for tickets. The event will be hosted by Mod DJ Paul Hallam. This blog returns next month possibly with news of other books I have in the pipeline. Toodle pip!

June 12. Terrible news – someone squirted battery acid in Jo Brand’s face today and you couldn’t tell... apologies for that horrible joke. I was just riffing on Jo’s own bad-taste quip about idiots throwing milkshakes at politicians like Nigel Farage. She said on a Radio 4 panel show: “I’m kind of thinking: ‘Why bother with a milkshake when you could get some battery acid?’” There are already calls for her to be fired from the BBC (who don’t employ her, they hire her for comedy shows) and for the cops to be involved. Do behave. The media will no doubt twist her gag, saying ‘Brand calls for battery acid to be thrown at politicians’, if they haven’t done already, just as Godfrey Bloom’s throwaway slut remark was distorted out of all proportion by po-faced pillocks. But calling for someone to lose their livelihood (or worse, get nicked) for making jokes you don’t like is the snowflake way. I’m no fan of Brand and it was a rotten gag, but we’re not forced to laugh at it and we’re not forced to suffer her act either. Freedom of speech should be paramount. The fact that Jo qualified her quip in her next breath with the words, “It’s purely a fantasy, but I think milkshakes are pathetic, I honestly do, sorry”, is not even being reported. The real scandal here is that almost all the comedians employed by the BBC subscribe to same narrow, dated, right-on views... and that good people continue to lose their jobs for making bad jokes in this country (although not leftwing people obviously, unless they’re working class).

June 3. Thanks for your messages about All Or Nothing. The paperback version of the new book should be available via Amazon any day now; in the meantime it’s best to buy it direct from Caffeine Nights. I haven’t abandoned Harry Tyler, I’ve started working on book four in The Face series (and I’m thinking about book five). If all goes to plan, the fourth instalment, Harder Than The Rest, should be published towards the end of next year. Before that, Hell Bent is out this October... but more about that later.

June 2. I’m talking to New Order’s Stephen Morris about his new memoir Record Play Pause and the early days of Joy Division in today’s Sunday Express. I’m also chatting to Ruby Wax about her How To Be Human tour.

May 30. Here is what John Cleese actually said about England then and now: “In some ways, I found it calmer, more polite, more humorous, less tabloid and less money-orientated”. Racist? Hardly. He might have added: “Back then we were tolerant of the idea of other people having different views and being able to express them without being instantly and brainlessly demonised.” The importance of free speech is being devalued before our eyes. As for his views on London, if Cleese was referring to the way this great city is becoming homogenised then who could sit back in Starbucks or Pret a Manger and possibly argue?

May 29. My latest Rancid Sounds is a special edition celebrating some of the best new bands we’ve championed since the show’s humble beginnings as a podcast recorded in what looked like a greenhouse inside Arthur Daley’s lock-up in Shoreditch more than a decade ago. Here it is on Spreaker.

Garry Bushell OnlineMay 27. Out today: my new crime novel, All Or Nothing, set in 1960s London, the first of a trilogy, written with Craig Brackenridge. £6.99 plus p&p from here.

The Brexit Party looks to have topped the Euro elections in every region of England except London. Hilariously, BBC news is trying to spin the results as a victory for Remain. Let them. Like the deluded folk inside the Westminster bubble, our mediocre media class are busy building their own funeral pyre. We’re too close to events to know whether the Conservative and Labour parties can ever recover from their duplicity, but I suspect not. In my teens I read George Dangerfield’s classic political study, The Strange Death Of Liberal England. Few would be too surprised if the Brexit mess didn’t result in The Strange Death of Tory England too. And Labour will surely be split asunder too. The genie of independence is out of the bottle now. It’s not going back in. Next stop Peterborough...

Garry Bushell OnlineMay 10. R.I.P. Freddie Starr. Hilarious. Dangerous. Self-destructive... Freddie was all of that, but at his peak he was also a bona fide comedy genius. I knew him pretty well in the 90s. He wasn’t a particularly nice bloke as his wives and children discovered. Other acts suffered too, but never hamsters, that Sun story was fake news decades ahead of the curve. But for millions Starr was a source of huge joy and that’s how he should be remembered.

I appeared on a couple of Freddie’s TV shows and a comedy video, and interviewed him a few times. In the mid-90s he told me a shocking story about how, when Fred was a young boy, his own father Richard told him to jump off a kitchen table and he’d catch him. Freddie jumped. His dad didn’t catch him. “Never trust anyone in your life,” said his father, a Scouse bricklayer and occasional unlicenced boxer. Freddie was taken into care when he was six to save him from his father’s temper. This doesn’t excuse his behaviour in adult life, but it helps explain it. The abuse left him with a severe stammer and inner demons he controlled with Valium when he wasn’t snorting Charlie. Frederick Leslie Fowell was born in 1943 in Liverpool’s Old Swan area. His mum Hilda (née Fiehnen) was a German-Jewish immigrant who lost most of her family in the Nazi death camps. Freddie was in a rock band to start with before going solo. His memorable moments include his Mick Jagger impression at his first Royal Variety show, those perilous live interviews with Des O’Connor and of course his 1996 An Audience With which re-launched his career and traumatised me for decades.

I’VE known Danny Baker for years. He’s never been remotely racist. As soon as he realised how his tweet could be misinterpreted he deleted it and apologised. What more could he have done? The villains here are the gutless BBC suits who sacked this brilliant broadcaster without a fair hearing.

April 23. Happy St George’s Day! St George he was for England and before he killed the dragon, he drank a pint of English ale out of an English flagon. Cheers. Let me know if hear anyone celebrate – or even mention – England’s saint’s day on television. I won’t hold my breath.

April 22. Here’s a short tape of highlights from series one of my first Bushell On The Box TV series (from 1996) with some extracts from the DVD that eventually followed.

April 19. Exactly one week ago thousands of protestors descended on London. Most of them were army veterans on motorbikes. They had turned out in force in support of ‘Soldier F’, the ex-paratrooper who faces murder charges over the Bloody Sunday shootings of 47 years ago. The police figure of 22,000 doesn’t account for the 3,000 other Rolling Thunder bikers who couldn’t advance into the centre of town. When these disciplined demonstrators, many wearing the maroon berets of the Parachute Regiment, reached Westminster they turned their backs on the House of Commons...to symbolise the way our gutless politicians have metaphorically turned their backs on old soldiers like them. I was in Berlin at the time but I’m reliably told there wasn’t a word about this orderly but striking demo on the TV news. Other peaceful protests on this issue have similarly been ignored. Soldier F is one of 17 former members of the 1st Battalion Parachute Regiment who were investigated over the violence which left 13 people dead in Londonderry in 1972. The Paras were blamed, yet Lord Widgery’s inquiry heard that Martin McGuinness, the IRA’s commanding officer in the Bogside, admitted that he had personally fired the shot from Rossville Flats that started the carnage. Widgery cleared the Paras but it seems that once again the past is being rewritten. It would of course suit the establishment if Soldier F became a sacrificial goat and spent the rest of his life behind bars while inconvenient truths were swept under the carpet. This plan would go tits up if the demonstrations were properly reported because the vast majority of the public would side with the veterans. How can it be fair that our old soldiers are getting hung out to dry while hundreds of proven terrorists enjoy the full fruits of liberty? It isn’t justice. It’s politics.

April 14. R.I.P. Paul Raymond. The guitarist and keyboardist with much-loved London rock band UFO suffered a fatal heart attack yesterday just days after the band’s 50th anniversary tour ended. He was 73. Paul’s other half Sandra posted this message on Facebook: ‘With a desperate and broken heart, fully in tears and pains that feel like they will kill me I have to tell you that my most beautiful and beloved darling Paul Raymond has passed away today. The doctors were trying to reanimate him and with success at first but then his system shut down again and there was nothing more they could do for him.’ Paul was born in St Albans and joined UFO in 1976. He played on gems like Lights Out, Obsession, the classic 1979 double album Strangers In The Night and 1980’s No Place to Run (produced by George Martin – yes, that one). He quit in 1980 to join the Michael Schenker Group and later Pete Way’s Waysted, but rejoined UFO in 1985. His own Paul Raymond Project kept going over the years but never matched the impact of MSG. I didn’t know Paul as well as I knew Phil and Pete but he was a superb musician, cutting his teeth in jazz clubs, and he loved the anarchic humour of Spike Milligan and the Goons. Before UFO he was most notably a member of blues band Savoy Brown. My condolences to Sandra.

MARCH 15. How can you tell if a politician is lying? Their lips are moving. That old joke has become a grim reality. How can any of us ever trust a word our ‘leaders’ say again after this last week in Westminster? It’s worse than just a shambles – we’re witnessing a revolt by the establishment against the people. All major parties promised they would respect the result of the 2016 Referendum. Instead they have deliberately undermined it. If that vote was a revolution then we’re living through the counter-revolution as Britain’s ‘liberal’ elite demonstrate their contempt for democracy on behalf of the ruling class – corporations, banks, the civil service, the BBC, most of the mass media, most of the judiciary and both Houses of Parliament. MPs haven’t just treated the electorate with contempt, though. As well as throwing out ‘No Deal’ this week, they also blocked the Norway option for Britain to join the European Free Trade Association which effectively means it’s Hotel California time. We’ll never leave (I take no pleasure in reminding you that I predicted this in 2016). The Norway route would have liberated us from most EU laws, and the tentacles of the European Court of Justice; it would have allowed the UK to trade within the internal market and also to make our own trade deals with the rest of the world. If May had gone down that route to begin with we wouldn’t be in this mess now. She is the worst Prime Minister in living memory, which is saying something. As we have clearly been disenfranchised by these scheming, condescending twerps, we urgently need a radical new party to represent those of us who believe in home rule and democracy. I suspect most people are sick of being patronised by these creeps. In the meantime you could always sign this petition.

*IF you’re as disgusted as I am about the prosecution of Soldier F you should sign this petition too.

Feb 24. Just a quick heads up, my TV column is published in today’s Sunday Express as well as the Daily Star Sunday. Twice the exposure, double the joy. I hope to be back here soon with cast-iron book news, so please watch this space.

Feb 22. Sorry to hear that Peter Tork has pegged it. He was the bass-player with the Monkees, the only manufactured band I ever cherished. Tork was the oldest of the four, but when he auditioned the first thing the producers asked him was “Do you mind playing the dummy?” The TV series was inspired by the Beatles’ film A Hard Day’s Night and York was picked as the Ringo Starr style loveable nitwit of the outfit (who were quickly nicknamed “the Prefab Four”). Peter was a talented all-round musician and played keyboards and guitar as well as bass. The Monkees’ TV series won an Emmy, and the band’s string of high-quality hits speak for themselves: ‘I’m A Believer’, ‘Daydream Believer’, ‘Last Train To Clarksville’, ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday’... pure bliss. Some claim the latter bears an unduly similarity to my own band’s ‘SE7 Dole Day’ suggesting that the Monkees might have travelled through time to pinch the tune, but I couldn’t possibly comment. In all, Tork, Nesmith, Jones and Dolenz sold a staggering 75million records worldwide. Pick the bones out of that.

Feb 21. Why have our new political alliance chosen to call themselves the Independent Group? It’s an odd name for people who actively want to derail British independence. The Brexit car-crash and the curse of anti-Semitism show why a new party is needed, but this bunch of obscure Blairites and the Tory defectors set to follow won’t deliver the radical, free-thinking solutions the country needs.

Feb 13. The best radio show of all time is Desert Island Discs, according to a Radio Times “panel of industry experts”. Really? It’s a terrific format but doesn’t your enjoyment of that show vary from guest to guest? For me the greatest ever radio programme would be a toss-up between Hancock’s Half Hour and Round The Horne, although you could make a solid case for The Goons being the Beeb’s most influential comedy. I loved radio comedies as a kid, wonderful shows like I’m Sorry I’ll Read That Again and The Clitheroe Kid. Vintage radio could transport you to other worlds (The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy), introduce you to cracking new bands (the John Peel show) and leave you in stitches (all of the above).

Some brilliant folk have been stranded on Desert Island Discs of course. But how on earth do they pick their eight favourite tracks? Mine change every day. At the moment Springsteen’s Jungleland would get in, another day it’d probably be Badlands, Thunder Road or The Promised Land. The Clash would have to be there of course, but would it be Complete Control, White Man In Hammersmith Palais or London Calling? And how could you choose between Marvin Gaye, Smokey, Dylan, Bowie, the Stones, the Beatles, Floyd, the Kinks, The Jam, The Who, and the Damned? It wouldn’t be true to my youth without Elvis, Johnny Cash, Slade, Desmond Dekker, Judge Dread and Marty Robbins? It’d be totally wrong to leave out Rose Tattoo, Cock Sparrer, Madness, Maiden, Lizzy, Sabbath, UFO and the Rejects. Or Chas & Dave. Or Lionel Bart. Or Max Romeo. Or The Four Tops. Or Buddy Holly or Chuck Berry... And it’d be bonkers to blank Teenage Kicks or Walrus of Love Barry White... see what I mean? If they caught me on an off-day I might do a Danny Baker and pack it with ditties like Charlie Drake’s Mr Custer, Tommy Cooper’s Don’t Jump Off The Roof Dad, Pluto Shervington’s Dat or even Lee Marvin’s Wand’rin Star. My reputation would be in tatters. The Beeb won’t ever ask me, as I am officially a non-person to them for the heinous crime of questioning the licence fee, and I’m actually glad of that. I couldn’t choose. And if you’re honest, you couldn’t either.


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