Seventies childhood was mostly weird and alienating for me. A rough neighbourhood, absent parents, thalidomide sister. The sense that the grown ups are a bit dodgy, to say the least, compounded my misfit self consciousness, acute social anxieties and growing awareness that civilisation is not what it seams. I did not want Jim to fix it for me or Margaret Thatcher/Tony Blair/Keir Starmer. Fifty years of improaganda and some therapy later, I realise it was not paranoia – I am recovering from an abusive relationship with the New World Order. Those smiles in suits who cause so much pain and devastation in the name of peace, democracy, progress and health & security. It’s a mirror universe. Wrong way round. All the world’s a stage and the players only care for their own. So I’ll keep making music and art according to the world within because often it feels better than the so call real thing.
