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Zine Age Kicks

A 4 page feature on zines from the NME, 12 October, 1985. Punk had passed it’s sell-by date and the miner’s strike was lost but there were still angry kids crowding the photocopier, and rightly so.

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GLC Riot – Hank Wangford

Following the Nazi attack on the Redskins at the GLC Jobs For A Change Festival, the fascists attacked the stage Hank Wangford was performing on.
This poem is from The Poetry Olympics Marathon Anthology, 2001.

On The Line

Back in the summer of ’84
We tried to help the miners win their war,
We came to do a gig for the GLC
That’s Good Loud Country for you and me.
We came for music now and tehn
For words of wisdom from old Red Ken
Who said “Three million people are unemployed
The heart of the nation is being destroyed”

No one knows you when you’re on the line
They all want to help you when you’re doing fine

There were hippies and punks and OAPs
UB40s and CIDs
Bu no-one noticed them bad boys
With the bottles and the skins with the mouthful of noise
‘Cos they slipped throgh the crowd like a shiver of fear
With them Air War steps that you never can hear
And I knew what they were when I saw them salute
And they knew I was a Commie from my flash pink suit

No one knows you when you’re on the line
They all want to help you when you’re doing fine

We started to polka and they went ‘Seig Heil’
They jumped us and polka’d in our faces for a while
They knocked us down and put in the boot
Made a real mess of my flash pink suit.
They smashed a guitar, jagged like a knife,
And cut into the face of my friend for life,
‘N there was no-one to stop them, no security,
From the police, the crowd or the GLC.

Hang Wangford