Well I got caught up in some fucking pointless wars in my time, but this one had to be the most pointless of all. The Ted war was pretty scary – a bunch of middle-aged blokes beating up teenagers, what the fuck was that about? Still, at least they’re all dead now so we won in the end. The Mod war was a good laugh, they didn’t like to get their clothes dirty. The Skinhead war didn’t really last long enough, and the Trendy war just seemed to go on forever.
But the Crass / Exploited war was just fucking daft. For one thing I didn’t really like either band, other than a few songs by each of them, so I ended up like some fucking Swiss twonk in the middle. I think it was more of a Class War thing than anything else. The Exploited punks were all well-dressed (for punks) and from nice middle-class areas. Whereas the Crass punks were all scruffy fuckers from council estates. Which is pretty ironic when you consider that Crass were mostly middle class themselves, while Exploited were rough fuckers from Scotland.
The Exploited punks gatecrashed a party I was at once. They raided the kitchen and threw all the food at people, then pinched all the records belonging to the guy whose house it was at (including his Crass records!). Which was a pretty fucking shitty thing to do. Their leader (yes, they had a fucking leader!) is some shouty bloke in the army now. Which didn’t come as any surprise when I found out.
But at least it was all over in time for the Christmas On Earth festival in Leeds. My first ever 12 hour festival, where I fell asleep while watching The Damned.
Ah, when I were a lad …