The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Wednesday, 8 April 1987

Class War

‘My Way’ – Sid Vicious





NEW HOMES FOR THE RICH?  BURY THE FUKKAS!  IF ‘ANARCHY’S’ LAST RESORT IS ALL ABOUT ACHIEVING PEACE THRU’ ACTIVE MEANS, THEN WE SHOULD ENACT THOSE MEANS UPON THE RICH AND THEIR AGENTS!  THE LEFT, THE RIGHT AND THE MIDDLE ROAD SHOULD NO LONGER BE INDULGED! SEXUAL DISCRIMINATION, VIOLENCE, RACISM AND HUMILIATION SHALL NOT BE CONDONED.  NO ONE SHALL BE HUMILIATED FOR THEIR SEX, RACE OR THE WAY THEY LOOK!  WE SHOULD BE AIMING FOR A NEW SOCIETY WITHOUT A STATE OF ANY KIND, BE IT CONSERVATIVE OR COMMUNIST.  WE NEED A SOCIETY OF SOCIAL CONSCIENCE IN WHICH MAN CONTROLS HIS OWN AFFAIRS.  AN EQUAL SOCIETY. 



I THINK THIS IS WHAT THE ‘ANARCHISTS’ WANT. 



DO I? 



I’VE BEEN THINKING HEAVILY ABOUT IT AND I COULD QUITE GET INTO BEING AN ANARCHO-PUNK!  EQUALITY.  NO RULING CLASS.  ONE EQUAL SOCIETY WITH NO RULING BODY. 



AS LUGGAGE WOULD SAY: ‘WORTHY OF CONSIDERATION…’



More about this later, alrate?



Later:

Well, it’s about 8.40pm.





‘Stay Close’ – Jansen & Takahashi





The day has been carkar and I didn’t get high.  Which meant the day was pretty well predestined to be shit.



This morning, Kevin was hassled by the casuals.  The little bastard one in the green jacket who stared at me from the bus – Carl Hatfield, apparently – hit him.  Surrounded by casuals, Kevin didn’t fight back, but he wasn’t raight arsed and will make an effort to take the piss out of them from now on.  Good on you, Kevin.  I’m with you all the way.



On the way back from the Spar shop on Tennyson Avenue, Hard Man Hatfield (ooh!  Tremble!  Quake!  Shiver!), passed me and did that thing bullies do when they walk past you and sort of ‘accidentally’ bash their shoulder into yours.  If he hadn’t been with five other very big mates, I’d have brayed his fucking head in.  However, my only realistic resort was to play ‘em up and be nice and sarky, like.  So, as he bashed into me, I dramatically fell to the floor, screaming ‘Oh my arm!  Aaah!  The pain!  Did anybody just see that?!  Fuck me! My arm!  A fairy broke my arm!’  It didn’t help that I was laughing my way through this, and they did nothing in reprisal, so I just dossed off to eat my sausage roll.



Later on, Solomon was alone and Hatfield chased him.  Fortunately he got away.  So I got ‘the goths’ together and we went to the Library Block where the casuals hang out at dinnertime.  We couldn’t find them, but apparently Hatfield’s bird saw us…



Later, Bully Boy Bastard Hatfield went up to Luggage and told him that things had got out of control and that he was worried we were all going to beat him up and him and his mates don’t want any more trouble.  Well, he can fuck off!  Me ‘n’ Kevin will continue to be bastards to him.  He’s a twat.  An’ if he carries on, I’ll fuckin’ bray the bastard one o’ these days.  I hate his fuckin’ guts.  He’s been a real fucker to Solomon, Kevin ‘n’ Luggage for being ‘weirdoes’ and now he sees that they’ve got friends who’ll stand up for them or won’t take his crap, he suddenly doesn’t want any trouble!  Such a man, or what?  He needs pissin’ on.



‘In God We Trust (In Cars We Rust)’ – Alien Sex Fiend








Sonia came along today and I told her that if ever she wanted to desert me for Gary I’d understand.  She was nice about it, and feeling guility said, ‘Well, if BMW asked you out, you would, wouldn’t you?’



I had to agree.  So it all seems fair.



Later on, she seemed to be really bored, so I apologised to her for being a boring bastard.  She told me I wasn’t boring, so that’s okay!



I also read Roger’s copy of the Anarchist newspaper Class War, and some of its ideals rubbed off, as you probably noticed.  But really, I’m not too sure what I think of it.  I mean, it definitely opened my eyes to a new way of thinking.  There were ideas in there I’d either never thought of, or had considered myself without realising other people were thinking the same thing.  Anarchy, though…  I dunno.  I mean, if you’re into equal society ‘n’ all that, it’s okay.  And I agree with the idea that men and women of all kinds should be equal, but if I ever thought that my chances of being rich or famous were rendered impossible by the society in which I live then I wouldn’t be happy. 



Selfish, eh?



Good!



I’m only looking out for No.1 now…



‘You’ve got to be bastard to someone, before that someone is a bastard to you,’ Jez ‘87



Well, not totally No.1, but, y’know… If you put too many people before yourself, there’ll be nothing left for you.  I’d look out for Flash and maybe a few others…



As for other anarcho policies, the end results are very idealistically desirable: equal pay, equal rights, etc.  And the idea of no government, police or whatever is lovely; we’d all be able to get on as we want.  But that’s just an ideal.  In reality, we’d have gangs of nutters running about, trying to take over and assert their control.  And who would stop them?  Who would stop the murderers, rapists and other assorted dickheads bouncing around the place?  The Anarchists don’t believe this will be the case, but I can’t see how.  Perhaps the end result of anarchy is REAL anarchy – chaos – and something I have no desire to endure.



And I can understand the notion of taking on an anarchistic role.  It is quite attractive.  You get to look nasty, but turn out to be quite nice (like the Death card in a Tarot deck).  You can also get on people’s fuckin’ wix (i.e. parents, Yuppies, sheenies, etc) cos most of them are frightened to think about these kinds of ideas.  But I don’t recommend it.  Just going around being a nasty bastard and calling yourself an anarchist blackens the name of those who are trying to effect a peaceful, communal change in society.  And even if I don’t totally agree with anarchy: good for them.  Why not, eh?  Long may they continue to campaign for their ideal society.  If they can make it work, they will be the best of us.



They need to get rid of some of that sick provocative shit they put in their newspaper, though.



Confusing you, aren’t I?



God!  You can tell I want a change in my life, can’t you? 



But what is it I need?



I’m not really sure.  But I think I want it to be an aggressive change.



Sometimes I’d like to be a hard bastard.  A ‘don’t hassle me or you’re dead’ kinda guy.



Hah!  Yes.  It’s good.  I’m really where I want to be.  Maybe I’d just like to listen to more powerful, aggressive music and look nastier than I already do.



Yes, apparently I look like a right hard cunt.  Monica told me that yonks ago, and today, Solomon said the reason Hard Man Hatfield, King of the Bullies, hasn’t really hassled me is because I look fuckin’ hard.  I treated this statement with some disbelief, but Solomon said I look more aggressive than the other Goths, older, broader and more confident with the look.  Solomon says he was once nervous of me and wouldn’t mess with me if he didn’t know what I was like.  I’m glad.  It’s certainly true that I’ve begun to appear at the right times when my friends are bing hassled, showing that I won’t be fucked about.  To be honest, I expect no harm or anything further will come to me at this rate.



Well, in my soul-searching, I’ve decided this:

THE ONLY CHANGE I NEED IS A LISTEN OR TWO OF MORE POWERFUL, AGGRESSIVE MUSIC THAN I AM USED TO LISTENING TO.  OH, AND TO TAKE A TOUGHER (MORE AGGRESSIVE?) ATTITUDE TO LIFE WHILST REMAINING LOYAL AND LIKEABLE!



AND FUCK THE SOCIALISTS!



‘Problems’ – The Sex Pistols





Betty has confiscated my Crimpers cos I left ‘em on when I went to Tech this morning!  BITCH! 



And I don’t think I can go to Ponte at Easter now.



PUR-LEASE let me.  C’mon, Betty!  C’mon, y’cow!







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