The Dark Chronicles by James Christie
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The Dark Chronicles - The Punk Rock years 1988-2006: Music, racism and snogging birds by James Christie
He is 100% "anti woke, anti snowflake and 100% anti f***ing politically correct" as he puts it ("Hell, if you can't poke fun at yourself and then poke fun at the shit people that blight society, there's no point in having fun at all"). It's a biography. It's a diary. It's a music history lesson. It's all three things wrapped up and more. Added with savage, sarcastic humour, this is the story of a former punk as told from a non-Caucasian alternative point of view, his time involved in London's punk rock scene and abroad throughout the entire 1990's and up to the early Noughties. How there was, despite the fun and laughs, a more sinister side which is never mentioned, along with the hypocrisy and the occasional violence that tagged along with it. No holds barred. Warts an' all. It will shock. It will be disgusting. It will make you laugh and then it will leave you emotionally detached.
WARNING - some material will be likely to offend.
A Punk Rock Diary. No holds Barred. Tells it like it is. Fun. Humourous. Disturbing.
James Christie was born in South London in 1969, raised by a mum and dad who’d both met there in the early 60's.
So, he says, when some twat asks him "Where do you really come from?" or even "Where do your parents come from?" his answer is still London.
A lifelong punk-rocker and an aren’t gig-goer. For years James kept a diary of the shows he went to and hassle he had as ‘the only black kid at the show’.
That’s what his tongue-in-cheek, street-slang-filled, musical-history-diary, ‘The Dark Chronicles’ is all about.
Since those heady days of punk rock and alternative lifestyle that he writes about, he has now calmed down, just a little. And, fed up with city life, he now lives as a 'grockle' in the countryside.
Currently residing quite happily in deepest Somerset, in a small cottage by himself, although sharing it with umpteen woodlice and spiders (who are quite quick to point out that "We were 'ere first matey, an' we aint goin' nowhere, so tough."
James confesses that he is quite madcap, and will likely always remain so, after years of watching Monty Python's Flying Circus, Kenny Everett, Benny Hill, lately Philomena Cunk, as well as anything Rik Mayall and Ade Edmondson have ever appeared in.
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He is 100% "anti woke, anti snowflake and 100% anti f***ing politically correct" as he puts it ("Hell, if you can't poke fun at yourself and then poke fun at the shit people that blight society, there's no point in having fun at all"). It's a biography. It's a diary. It's a music history lesson. It's all three things wrapped up and more. Added with savage, sarcastic humour, this is the story of a former punk as told from a non-Caucasian alternative point of view, his time involved in London's punk rock scene and abroad throughout the entire 1990's and up to the early Noughties. How there was, despite the fun and laughs, a more sinister side which is never mentioned, along with the hypocrisy and the occasional violence that tagged along with it. No holds barred. Warts an' all. It will shock. It will be disgusting. It will make you laugh and then it will leave you emotionally detached.
WARNING - some material will be likely to offend.
A Punk Rock Diary. No holds Barred. Tells it like it is. Fun. Humourous. Disturbing.
James Christie was born in South London in 1969, raised by a mum and dad who’d both met there in the early 60's.
So, he says, when some twat asks him "Where do you really come from?" or even "Where do your parents come from?" his answer is still London.
A lifelong punk-rocker and an aren’t gig-goer. For years James kept a diary of the shows he went to and hassle he had as ‘the only black kid at the show’.
That’s what his tongue-in-cheek, street-slang-filled, musical-history-diary, ‘The Dark Chronicles’ is all about.
Since those heady days of punk rock and alternative lifestyle that he writes about, he has now calmed down, just a little. And, fed up with city life, he now lives as a 'grockle' in the countryside.
Currently residing quite happily in deepest Somerset, in a small cottage by himself, although sharing it with umpteen woodlice and spiders (who are quite quick to point out that "We were 'ere first matey, an' we aint goin' nowhere, so tough."
James confesses that he is quite madcap, and will likely always remain so, after years of watching Monty Python's Flying Circus, Kenny Everett, Benny Hill, lately Philomena Cunk, as well as anything Rik Mayall and Ade Edmondson have ever appeared in.
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