The lovely Stu Warwick has once again produced a terrific Christmas card for the Rat Scabies And The Holy Grail team. This year’s card, which we have sent to selected members of the Priory of Sion and a handful of our favourite Knights Templars, is a lovingly crafted black-and-white number featuring Rat Scabies, Richard Bellia and yours truly in a scene that’s a cross between “Indiana Jones And The Raiders Of The Lost Ark” and “Mighty Melons III” (a superior movie to both “Mighty Melons I” and “Mighty Melons II”, as I am sure you’ll all agree). And if you’re of a mind, you can see Stu’s card from last year here.
Right, I’d better get on. I have important grail business to attend to. I’ve also got a turkey to stuff. Merry Christmas everybody. Not too much fizzy pop now, you hear me?
I have been interviewed about the end of the world by Skrufff, the club culture and electronic music blog run by top DJ and journalist Jonty Skrufff. You can read the article here, but you’ll need to get a bit of a wriggle on because we’re all going up in smoke on 21 December 2012. That’s what the ancient Mayans believed, anyway. Or rather, that’s what some esoteric bods think the Mayans believed. And in case you haven’t been paying close attention to your advent calendar, 21 December is this Friday. Which is, er, tomorrow.
You shouldn’t worry unduly about this, though, because it’s going to be relatively easy to avoid the apocalypse. All you have to do is get yourself to the Pic de Bugarach, a mountain in south-west France. From there, depending on who you listen to, you will either be beamed up into a spaceship by aliens and transported to a far-off galaxy or led deep inside the mountain by a secret race of underground people. I’m going along with the aliens thing myself, not least because Bugarach has been a hotspot for UFO sightings for many years. It is also said to have been a major inspiration for Steven Spielberg’s “Close Encounters Of A Third Kind”.
I talked about Bugarach in Rat Scabies And The Holy Grail. It’s in the foothills of the Pyrenees, just down the road from Rennes-le-Chateau. It’s a very remote place, but head for Carcassonne and follow the people in the red and white hooded robes and you should be OK.
Of course, if you happen to be reading this after 21 December 2012, well, you obviously made it. Nice one. And thank goodness they’ve got the internet up here on Planet Zknog, eh?
Bugarach Mountain photograph courtesy of Ben Hammott
I’ve just found out that the Wirrina Stadium in Peterborough was pulled down a couple of years ago. It wasn’t really much of a stadium, it was more a grubby sports hall, but I saw quite a lot of bands play at the Wirrina in the late 1970s and early 80s, and I have fond memories of the place. Among the gigs I particularly remember were The Clash (the 1978 “Sort It Out Tour”, supported by The Slits and The Innocents), The Damned, Siouxsie And The Banshees and Madness (supported by The Go-Go’s). I wrote about The Damned’s show, which ended in something of a riot, in Rat Scabies And The Holy Grail (click here to read that part of the book over at my archive website) and the image of Ari Up from The Slits bouncing and skipping across the stage with her dreadlocks dripping in spit will stay with me for ever.
I’ve no idea what they’ve built on the site of the Wirrina, but I guess there’s every chance that it’s a Tesco or a Sainsbury’s or some other fluorescent-lit temple of consumerism. If it is, I sincerely hope that, every once in a while, some unsuspecting late-night shopper hears the sound of Ari Up singing “Shoplifting” drifting down the aisle: “Put the cheddar in me pocket / Put the rest under the jacket / Talk to the cashier, he won’t suspect / And if he does, if he does…”
Wirrina Stadium photograph courtesy of Peterborough Images
Did I mention I’d written a book called Rat Scabies And The Holy Grail? I believe I did. It’s very good, you know. It’s about what the title says it’s about – punk rock legend Rat Scabies and me on a mind-bending (and probably soul-bending) hunt to find ye olde mystic and elusive Holy Grail – and you can read a couple of extracts here. Go on. You know you want to.
On this seasonal note, that’s about it from me for a couple of weeks. Have a great Christmas. I’ll start posting again when I’m able to extricate myself from the armchair.
My old buddy Richard Bellia has a small selection of his photographs available as prints at Yellow Korner, a website specialising in affordable art imagery. The prints include Joe Strummer (The Clash), Robert Smith (The Cure), reggae idol Lee “Scratch” Perry, two different photos of Nirvana, and the above shot of Guns N’ Roses, which was taken at The Marquee in the summer of 1987, on the band’s first trip to London. Each print is numbered, comes with a certificate of authenticity, and costs €69 – a bargain at twice the price.
I worked with Richard on loads of jobs for Melody Maker in the late Eighties and early Nineties. One of my most vivid memories was when we covered the 1988 Monsters Of Rock festival at Castle Donington, an event marred by the tragic death of two fans in the crush of the crowd during Guns N’ Roses’ set. You can read my review of the festival here and a Guns N’ Roses piece based on a couple of interviews I did with Slash (one of them backstage at Donington) here. And if you’ve not had enough of clicking, you can read more about Richard Bellia here. This last link is an extract from my book Rat Scabies And The Holy Grail, in which Richard plays a leading part (although I’m sure Scabies and I would have found the bloody thing quicker without him).