Thursday, 11 July 2013

Honey Bane, There's a story in here somewhere

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honey_Bane

If you are aged between 45 and 50 there is a small, actually tiny chance that you might remember Honey Bane. The high point, at least in commercial terms was her single 'Turn me on turn me off' that made 37 in the charts in 1980 and earned her a Top of the Pops appearance. It stuck in my memory because when Peter Powell introduced her he told us she was 16, which to the 14 year old me was pretty impressive. I was not taken by the tune, a bit of sub X-Ray Spex new wave, and her star did not linger long.

I was not sorry the song did not progress, but was surprised a couple of years later seeing she had credits for backing vocals on the Angelic Upstarts album. Seemed an odd connection, though as the album was produced by Jimmy Pursey the reason may become clear.  But what pricked my interest recently was seeing that she had released a song on Crass Records, 'You can be You' a couple of years before her moment in the sun on TotP. Now whatever Crass were up to it wasn't trying to promote teeny pop. It nudged me look a bit further and what emerges is quite a story.

The 14 year old Donna Boylan forms a punk band in 1978, Fatal Microbes. Ok there were probably a few thousand similar bands at the time but this mob had sufficient wherewithal to release a joint single was anarcho punks Poison Girls. Now we are already someway off the beaten track for the average 14 year old. But things seemed to take a sharp turn for the worse when she spent time in a youth detention centre. It was following this that she linked up with Crass, and released the single under the awful name of 'Donna and the Kebabs' while allegedly on the run from Social Services. That she found some kind of refuge at Dial House in the company of people like Penny Rimbaud and Gee Vaucher is kind of amazing in itself. But stardom was yet to beckon, she followed her time with Crass with had another stint in youth detention.

After singing with Killing Joke  she was picked up by Jimmy Pursey of Sham 69 who became her manager. This led to a deal with EMI and the hit single as Honey Bane. 

Once safely dropped by her label an acting career followed. The highlight of this was, by a horrible irony, a major role in the film Scrubbers. Alongside the likes of Kathy Burke she was part of a story about life in girls Borstal.  I guess there must have been only so much acting involved.

From what Wikipedia has to share the acting career was not lasting and rather cryptically states that 'Bane spent the remainder of the 1980s as a pin-up model for erotic magazines.'

On one level  she seems to have been kicking out at a world, that to quote the Libertines 'kicked back an awful lot harder'. At the same time there must have been something pretty remarkable about this girl to have enjoyed that patronage of Crass, Poison Girls, Sham 69 and Killing Joke before her 17th birthday.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honey_Bane

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Newtown Neurotics - Footnote to a Punk Footnote

Browsing iTunes I stumbled across a half forgotten band from my teens. The Newtown Neurotics were never that big a name, even in their heyday. They dished out a kind of punk that sat somewhere between the Ramones and Billy Bragg and they hung around with the ranting poet Attila the Stockbroker. I saw them at a tiny festival in Bermondsey in the early 80's. They seemed a likable bunch and got the modest crowd bouncing around. Their most lasting legacy was the tub thumping anthem 'Lets Kick out the Tories'  a  song that  is as enthusiastic and naïve as the title suggests.

But listening to their stuff again, away from the rather obvious sloganeering there is something more interesting at work. The lyrics of  'Agony' and' Mind of Valerie' explore domestic violence, depression and compromised masculinity in a way that was pretty unusual for the early 80's. Lines like 'I know I am wrong, but the fury drives me on, cry is all I want to do, cry instead of bruising you' and 'whenever I get a bee in my bonnet its always you who gets stung' move the band into considerably more emotionally complex territory than most of their piers. Which kind of begs the question why would a band capable of this be satisfied with releasing a straight cover of Blitzkrieg Bop? Can't answer that one, but I am glad that this odd little footnote exists and hope that wherever they are today good things have come to them.

Reg Barnett - Nicest Cycling Story You Hear This Week

The smiling man in the Photo is one Reg Barnett. For those who are not big on their cycling history Reg was a Pro racer in the late 60's and 70's excelling in the track sprint. Nowadays he enjoys a slower pace of life, taking in  the odd pint at his local in Shoreham. As well as a bike racer he also built his own bikes and happened to mention this to one of his friends.
A few days ago he arrived at the pub to see something strange standing in the fire place. There in all its glory was one of the bikes that carried his name. Inspired by his story his friends had scoured E-bay and tracked down one of his creations and bought it as a surprise. The smile on his face will tell you what it meant to him.

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Schools In -Forever

So Mr Gove wants schools to be free to set term dates, doing away with the 6 week summer break. I am so glad I am not a child right now. I still remember how wonderful those long breaks were, the kind of windows of freedom one only gets to enjoy as a child. The main benefit of this act of scroogery, according to those asked seems to be - 'a shorter break makes it easier for parents who struggle with child care.' So is that the reason children go to school, massed childminding to help their parents work longer  more easily?
I find it odd that Mr Gove seems determined to wrench education away from the tyranny of local government, (which is what this is really about) while enjoying playing with it himself like a huge version of The Sims.

Monday, 1 July 2013

Rapha and the Mamils

Enjoyed the article in today's Observer about Rapha and 'middle aged men in Lycra' (Mamils).
With a small cringe I acknowledge that I spend more time, thought and money on what I am going to wear riding to work than on what I wear once I get there. That probably makes me a bad person but hey.....

Sunday, 30 June 2013

Cycling - You might as well join us

In the last 15 miles of the Wiggle Long One chap drew up next to me and started chatting. He was obviously in far better shape than me, as I was at a level where primitive grunting was as good as it got. This worked for both of us as he was happy to talk about himself, and I grunted occasionally.
He shared his own cycling creation myth. All of us who discover the sport in middle age kind of have one. However its not often that they start 'I got banned from driving, best thing that ever happened to me.' At the time I was quickly fatigued by his tale of jumped red lights and mobile phone abuse behind the wheel. As the road rose I took the opportunity to let him drop me.
Though part of his story did resonate. I remember it being a fiercely hot day about 8 years ago. I was driving between Bromley and Woolwich for work. It is one of those stretches with lots if lights and even more cars. I noticed a cyclist a a junction, I over took then at the next set he was back again. This kept repeating itself. At some point my thoughts moved from 'begone you impudent cur' to 'he's going as fast as me, he's not burning petrol, he's in the fresh air with the sun in his back, he's not stressed and flustered, I used to ride a bike, I quite liked riding a bike, I could get a bike.'

Time Trialing, Ladies and Lipstick

Having made the bold stride of allowing online entry to some events, if the organisers feel like it, I was looking forward to further progress now that a modernising wind of change is blowing through the CTT. Then a friend told me yesterday of her experience at a 25 last season. There was a small but strong group of women riders including one Jo Rowsell. The organisers had put them together on the start sheet to create a race within the race. All very encouraging.
One shouldn't get to carried away. The riders were talking amongst themselves before being called forward. When my friend clipped in for her start one of the organisers asked 'what were you ladies chatting about? Lipstick?'
It's hard to poke somebody in the eye when you are being held up on a TT bike. We speculated whether he would have said the same to Jo Rowsell. We agreed, probably.