Having a paper round proved useful in obtaining music papers/ magazines and anything Punk related that took my fancy ended up on my wall. Due to my parents not allowing me to decorate my room the way I wanted it, they compromised by having the room white which I soon covered in cuttings. Not satisfied I painted my room red, which I soon got bored of and painted it all matt black. This was the last straw for my parents.
My bedroom in the late 80s. I was somewhat obsessed with Kylie Minogue and Jason Donovan at the time (in case that’s not apparent!).
The Mission poster advertising their first single, Serpents Kiss. This was hanging on my bedroom wall when i still lived with my parents.
This is me in my bedroom age seventeen back in December 1977. I am wearing a black Clash t-shirt that I bought at their gig at the Rainbow in north London. And what a gig that was! A group of us travelled up from south London catching the tube to Finsbury Park. The support band was Sham 69 and their enigmatic singer Jimmy Pursey who were great, and the audience was made up of young punks like me.
When The Clash came on stage everyone was on their feet and we all pushed forward. The Clash belted out a string of songs – London’s Burning, White Riot, Career Opportunities. Joe Strummer was like no other singer, a true original, and I have never seen a band as exciting as The Clash.
Every time I saw The Clash it was an experience; at London’s Lyceum, Hammersmith Palais and the Rock Against Racism concert at Victoria Park. Pure energy. Unforgettable.
In the background of the photograph is a poster advertising the Sex Pistols’ God Save the Queen single which was released in May 1977. When the record came out the poster was displayed in the window of my local record shop and when the owner changed the display I asked him if I could have it. Next to that is another poster advertising some of the bands who were playing at The Greyhound Croydon in November 1977, The Heartbreakers and the Buzzcocks.
I used to go to punk gigs in London during the week, and on Sunday nights a group of us would catch the bus to Croydon to see gigs at The Greyhound, a dancehall opposite the Fairfield Halls. I saw my first gig at The Greyhound on 29 May 1977 when I was sixteen. The headline act was The Ramones who were amazing. The support band was Talking Heads who were on their first UK tour, and very nervous.
This is my friend Katie sitting in her bedroom in front of the Stereophonics poster with her door of hot boys in partial view to the right. I think we must have been about 14 or 15 at the time the photograph was taken.
Every week we would go to the local Our Price on Upper Street in Islington on our lunch break or after school and buy the latest CD singles. We would then go back to Katie’s house after school to listen to our singles and watch music videos on The Box and MTV.
I used to spend all my lunch money on CD singles and magazines when I was in my early teens. I think the Stereophonics poster may have been free in Smash Hits or Top of the Pops magazine or purchased from the local Woolworths.
We never had a school uniform so generally wore baggy combats, hoodies, shell toes trainers and vest tops from Top Shop and Miss Selfridge which was mainly influenced by All Saints the girl band.
We would go to Hoxton market on a Saturday buy Spectacular nail varnishes (4 for £1) and arrive in school on Monday morning with matching gaudy nails. We would listen to the Top 40 religiously on a Sunday evening. We thought we were so cool.
A photograph of my bedroom wall in Beckenham taken in 1976 and featuring a number of David Bowie album covers including the recently released Station to Station album.
I went to London’s Victoria Station on 2 May 1976 to see David Bowie arrive back in London. I was aged 15 and amongst the other Bowie fans who were there that day were unknown kids Boy George (aged 14) and Gary Numan (aged 18).
Bowie arrived in an open-top Mercedes convertible and a photograph was taken of him apparently giving a Nazi salute to the crowd. Bowie said that the photographer simply caught him in mid-wave, which I am sure was the case, but it became known as the ‘The Victoria Station incident’.
A few days later I went to see Bowie in concert for the first time, at the Empire Pool, Wembley. It was part of his Thin White Duke Tour and it was the second concert I had ever been to. Bowie was amazing and many of his fans dressed for the occasion in dazzling outfits and brightly coloured dyed hair. Many of those fans would go on to become the first wave of Punks or New Romantics.
Posters on my bedroom wall when I was a teenager. I had the Manic Street Preachers were the main inspiration at the time.