A report on a gig organised by Manchester lesbians and gays from 1985. The strike had ended on 3rd March 1985 but the hardship of a year on the picket lines bit deep.
People across the country rallied to support the miners, especially as the brutality of Thatcherism demonstrated by the Police became more and more blatant, as the chaps in the film says: “We all have the same enemies.”
The Redskins are featured, they gigged solidly in support of the miners and often had striking miners on stage to talk about the struggle.
New York writer Nelson George’s book The Death of R’n’B looked at the decline of soul music and the rise of black bourgeois values. The NME of 14 January, 1989 talks to him.
More than a year after the miners strike the Redskins interviewed in the NME 5 April, 1986, by the cultural commentator Paul Morley.
Feminism and the role that women have played in comics from the NME, 5 April, 1986.
The Federation of Conservative Students, (very) right-wing toffs meet Seething Wells in the NME, 5 April, 1986.
The right were quick to shout loony left, but they had their own extremists too. These were the people that wore Hang Mandela t-shirts and put up posters mocking starving Asian children.
A rant about trendy politicos from Wake Up, number 6, 1985.
The Saboteur was a Ranting poet from Taunton in Somerset.
Sit around and get pissed
That’s your table anarchist
He’s the middle class fighting the system
Christ I must’ve blinked and missed ‘im
Larry the Lamb and his flock of sheep
So bloody boring they send me to sleep
The health food shop is the place to be
‘Cos it’s easier to buy herbal tea
A handful of nuts, a handful of rice
Devise a plan and think about it twice
He’ll tell you he’s a vegan, swear it’s true
Then he’ll try to force his ideas on you
His ideals and lifestyle just don’t match
And he can’t grow fuck all on his vegetable patch
It’s about as much as he is able
Anarchy on the kitchen table
Sarah Fletcher with Wake Up, number 6.
Back in the 80s poet Grim Chip was working for Red Wedge and throwing a few moves on the street. These days the lad is the main organiser for Poetry on the Picket Line.
He recently had a rummage at the back of his temple of doom and found an old briefcase covered in stickers from the 80s. Turns out we’re still fighting the same battles.