
A genuine screen cap from my Youtube subs list, 5th September 2025

Too many hands in too many pockets
Not enough hands on hearts
Too many ready to call it a day
Before the day starts
What I also wanted to do with the book was to shatter the myth that 60s pop culture was just one hundred people in London and therefore didn’t really mean anything, which is the Dominic Sandbrook line. Of course he’s fucking wrong, because you have very efficient distribution of ideas and images and sounds through the mass media. You have Top of the Pops every week, which is probably watched by a quarter of the population. You also have an incredibly fertile youth media sector, which probably in total sells over a million copies every week. And this is all disseminated throughout the country.
As I was walking down the street one day
I saw a house in white
There was a man, standing on the roof
shouting and screaming to the crowd
that was gathered there below
For he was sore afraid
Jump, you fucker, jump
Jump into this here blanket what we are holding
and you will be all right
He jumped, hit the deck,
broke his fucking neck
There was no blanket
Laugh? We nearly shat
We had not laughed so much since Grandma died
Or Auntie Mabel caught her left tit in the mangle
We are miserable sinners
Fi-i-ilthy fuckers
Ahhhhhhhh-soles