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Suggs is one of pop music's most enduring and likeable figures. Written with the assured style and wit of a natural raconteur, this hugely entertaining and insightful autobiography takes you from his colourful early life on a North London council estate, through the heady early days of Punk and 2-Tone, to the eighties, where Madness became the biggest selling singles band of the decade. Along the way he tells you what it's like to grow up in sixties Soho, go globetrotting with your best mates, to make a dead pigeon fly and cause an earthquake in Finsbury Park.
walking pace down the road towards St George’s. The odd cider bottle flew through the air and smashed on the pavement like an impotent Molotov cocktail. Steve New, wild-eyed, stood on the wall with his long blond hair blowing in the breeze. He was playing ‘Children of the Revolution’ on an acoustic guitar. He was really good. Last time I’d seen him play that song was at assembly one morning. Steve came in with his guitar, and a nun. She proceeded to strip in front of the whole school, while he
my nose looked OK. Not broken, at least. We went out into the crowds of oblivious shoppers and back to the shop. My legs felt a bit wobbly. When we got there the sherry bottle was empty. Mr Althroppe was half pissed and getting in everyone’s way. ‘What’s up with you? Sheen a ghost?’ My face was white. ‘Leave him alone. He got clobbered by some idiot in the pub.’ ‘Shouldn’t be drinking when there’sh work to do.’ Mr A threw me a lump of braising steak, much to the amusement of Geoff. ‘Slap that
Bubbles got run over in the street and he had to carry him in the house in a bin bag. And everyone in the street’s asking: ‘What’s in the bin bag?’ And telling me this sets him off again. He tells me his next-door neighbour’s a vet, and the vet says to him: ‘Are you sure it was dead?’ and he says he thought it was, but he’s buried it now. The vet says: ‘Well, if you’ve buried it, even if it wasn’t dead, it certainly is now.’ And that’s it. That’s what gets me going. I’m fifty. Life has changed
PARMESAN WHEELS SULTAN, THE FLYING DEAD PIGEON IN CAMDEN TOWN NEW YEAR’S EVE THE GLAMOUR BOYS HOPE AND ANCHOR SWANKY DAYS! FOUR WHEELS LET’S GO! MORE CRAP JOBS MAKING MUSIC ARLINGTON HOUSE – ONE BETTER DAY THIS ARE TOP OF THE POPS! STOP MESSING ABOUT TURNING JAPANESE LIQUIDATOR STUDIOS HOLLYWOOD REDIFFUSION THINGS THAT GO BANG IN THE NIGHT CELERY SKA RADIO-RENTAL LIVERPOOL AWAY MADSTOCK ATHENS BASSO SALENTO THE BARBIE BIKE THE BACK OF CLIVE’S HEAD ME AND MY GIRLS THE
about making moves shortly. The three stooges traipsed out, Mark pulling his hood up. I finished my drink and followed them out to the courtyard. When I got there Paul and Mark were draped over the bonnet of a huge metallic-pink Bentley, having their picture taken by Dave. ‘What’s going on? What you doing? Careful you don’t scratch that. That’s gotta be two hundred grand’s worth,’ I said. ‘What d’you mean? It’s ours.’ ‘All right Parker, where’s Lady Penelope, and more to the point where’s our