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SOHO BASTARDS CLUB PRESENTS   DAVID PALYFREYMAN'S 60TH @ THE DUKE OF YORK

THE SOHO BASTARDS CLUB: DAVE’S 60TH

Some birthdays deserve a cake.

Others deserve a room full of loud music, old mates, bad behaviour and absolutely no intention of growing up.

This Saturday, 3 October, The Soho Bastards Club takes over The Duke of York on Rathbone Street for Dave’s 60th birthday.

And judging by the flyer, this isn’t going to be a quiet afternoon with sandwiches and a few polite speeches.

The music kicks off at 1pm with the Palfreyman Collective, followed at 1.30pm by Dave...

PETER TOSH AND THE MAN CONVICTED OF HIS MURDER DENNIS LEPPO LOBBAN 39 YEARS


Dennis “Leppo” Lobban: The Man Behind the Headlines
Some names walk into a room ten minutes before the man does.

Dennis “Leppo” Lobban was one of those names.

Long before I clapped eyes on him inside General Penitentiary in Kingston, Jamaica, I knew the name.

Leppo.

The man convicted of the murders of Peter Tosh, Jeff “Free I” Dixon and Wilton “Doc” Brown.

Three dead men.

One of them a reggae legend whose voice had travelled far beyond Jamaica.

A murder trial.

A death sentence.

Years of appeals.

Then...

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      THE RIVER


THE RIVER ITCHEN, YUSUF AND THE FUTILITY OF RACISM
Jordan Pearce was sixteen when the River Itchen nearly killed him.

Yusuf Ali was twelve when it happened.

That is where this story begins.

Not with politics.

Not with some shite argument about immigration.

Not with a bloke shouting at a television or somebody banging on about how the country isn't what it used to be.

It begins with two kids on a council estate beside a dirty tidal river.

One had learned to hate.

The other had learned to help.

And...

MEANWHILE GARDENS FREE GIG FIFTY YEARS THIS SATURDAY, 19TH SEPTEMBER, 11 AM


MEANWHILE GARDENS: 50 YEARS AND STILL FUCKING HERE


Kangaroo Moon. Blyth Power. Justin Adams. Danny & The Dressmakers. Blue Midnight. Bing Selfish.

Saturday 19 September 2026 | 11am till 7pm | FREE

Some gigs are just gigs.

You turn up. Have a few beers. Go home. A week later you've forgotten most of it.

This isn't one of those.

This Saturday, West London celebrates fifty years of Meanwhile Gardens, a piece of land that started life as derelict wasteland and became one of those rare places...

STAGE MIRACLES ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A JOB IN THE MUSIC INDUSTRY

BACK DOOR INTO ROCK ’N’ ROLL

How I got into the music industry through ,Stage Miracles, and how you can get your foot in the door
You don't always get into the music business through the front door.

Sometimes you come in through the back.

No record deal.

No industry

No fancy music degree.

No bloke in a leather jacket telling you that you've got "the look".

Sometimes you start with a job that sounds about as glamorous as cleaning out a skip.

And that's exactly why it can work.

I know because I've done...

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      ROCK


ROCK AGAINST AGEISM
TOO OLD FOR ROCK ’N’ ROLL? FUCK OFF.
At what age are you supposed to stop?


Forty?


Fifty ?



Sixty?

Seventy?

Seventy-five?

Is there a twat in an office somewhere with a clipboard who eventually taps you on the shoulder and says:

"Sorry, mate. You've had a good run. You're too old for rock 'n' roll now."

If there is, I'd like to meet him.

I've got a few things I'd like to tell him.

Because I've spent a good part of my life around music, and one thing I've learned is this:

Rock 'n' roll...

UNAMI LAB CAMDEN JAPANESE RESTAURANT



UMAMI LAB CAMDEN: PROPER JAPANESE RAMEN, SAPPORO BEER AND A GREAT AFTERNOON


If you're looking for proper Japanese ramen in Camden, Umami Lab is worth putting on your list.

I took my son Tommy down there after a couple of mates recommended it.

I'd heard good things.

But I've heard good things about plenty of places that turned out to be absolute shite.

So we walked through the door without expecting too much.

The place was busy; people sat around with steaming bowls of ramen in front of them, heads...

REDS FROM THE ROTTEN HILL GANG FINAL SHOW THIS SUNDAY, 13TH SEPTEMBER, THE

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GUEST LIST NOW FULL!

IMPORTANT — ENTRY IS NOW FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED.

FREE ENTRY FROM 2PM UNTIL 3PM ONLY.

FROM 3PM — 10 ENTRY, SUBJECT TO CAPACITY.

The V1LLAGE has limited capacity, so if you want to get in for free, get there early.



ROTTEN HILL GANG – END OF THE LINE

SUNDAY 13 SEPTEMBER 2026
2PM–10PM

THE V1LLAGE, BAY 56
4–6 Acklam Road
London W11 5TY

Off Portobello Road
Under the Westway



The final Rotten Hill Gang show before Reds fucks off to South Africa.

Good...

FINAL YEAR AT BIRKBECK  2026/2027 MY BROTHER ANTHONY


ANTHONY: OUR KID, MY DISSERTATION AND MY FINAL YEAR AT BIRKBECK
People come and go.

That's just how it works.

Family's not like that.

Nobody stood beside me the way my younger brother Anthony did — through every daft scheme, every glorious cock-up, every phone call at three in the morning that started with, "You'll never guess."

Our kid.

My only brother.

Then December came, and cancer took him.

But Anthony's story doesn't start in a hospital.

It starts long before that.

And if I'm going to write ten...

REALITY CHECK! LIFE WILL PASS YOU BY IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE



THE LIFE I LEFT BEHIND
Seventeen convictions. Thirty-one offences. One hell of a fucking detour.
The cell was hot.

Not warm.

Not uncomfortable.

Hot.

The kind of heat that crawls underneath your clothes and sits there, sweating with you.

I was forty-one years old and sitting inside Jamaica's General Penitentiary in Kingston, staring at a concrete wall.

Somewhere outside, life was carrying on.

Cars were moving through Kingston.

People were going to work.

Women were hanging washing out.

Kids were going to...

ST IVES MY SPIRITUAL HOME IN CORNWALL


ST IVES: BLOOD, BASS AND THE ELECTRIC LIGHT
The St Ives I Remember Wasn't Made for Tourists
Forget the postcards.

Forget the pastel-coloured shops, the ice creams and the crowds wandering around with cameras looking for the perfect photograph of St Ives.

The St Ives I know was built on granite, salt, sweat and hard graft.

Men went out into the Atlantic and dragged fish back in.

They hauled pilchards up steep streets until their hands split. They worked in weather that would send most of us running...

HOLD ON - FOR THE HOMELESS  'SAINT HELICOPTER'.   PLEASE LISTEN AND SHARE






HE SLEPT ON THE STREETS OF LONDON.

While most of us were getting on with our lives, he was trying to survive another night.

No front door to close.

No bed to climb into.

No guarantee of what tomorrow would bring.

HOLD ON came from that reality.

Not from a boardroom.

Not from a marketing meeting.

From a human story that is difficult to hear and even harder to ignore once you have heard it.

Saint Helicopter didn't set out to make another song that tugs at the heartstrings before disappearing into the...

LOUD FOR LIBERTY UNICEF UK FOR THE CHILDREN IN GAZA  STEVE DIOR BAND


A BIG THANK YOU

A huge thank you to everyone who came along to The Stewart Arms on Saturday night and made our Loud for Liberty evening such a special one.

To Steve Dior and the Steve Dior Band, Gary Bundy, Neil Anderson, Groover, and Wiggsy, thank you for giving your time, your music and your voices to the night. And not to forget Graham for running them about.

Most importantly, thank you to everyone who turned up, supported the event and helped make the night about something bigger than...

THE HISTORY OF NOTTING HILL CARNIVAL 6O YEARS 1966 - 2026

Notting Hill Carnival: From Resistance to Revelry
The History of London's Greatest Street Party


Sadly, I won't be at Carnival this year because of other arrangements, and I will miss it, but there are certain things you associate with August in London.

Rain.

Rail engineering works.

People complaining about the Tube.

And then there is Notting Hill Carnival.

For two days every August, west London gets turned into something completely different.

The roads fill with steelpan, soca, calypso, reggae,...

NICHOLAS KNATCHBULL: FROM REHAB TO ROYALTY NICHOLAS KNATCHBULL BROADLANDS

The Prince, The Pub and Portobello Road
The Night I Put a Future Earl Behind the Decks
London has a funny way of putting people together.

You can spend years walking the same streets, passing the same pubs, knowing the same faces, then one night somebody walks into your life and leaves you with a story you'll still be telling twenty-three years later.

This one started in Clapham.

Not at some smart dinner.

Not in a private members' club.

Not behind the gates of some country estate.

In rehab.

At the...

OASIS NEW DOCUMENTARY DON'T LOOK BACK IN ANGER OUT IN SEPTEMBER 2026

Oasis: Don’t Look Back In Anger
The New Oasis Documentary, Liam and Noel Gallagher and the Reunion That Brought a Generation Back Together
There are bands you grow out of.

There are bands you forget.

Then there are bands that get stitched into your life.

Oasis are one of those bands.

You can go years without listening to them.

Then somebody puts on the opening chords of a song in a pub and, suddenly, you're back there.

Different clothes.

Different hair.

Different life.

Same bloody song.

Now, in...

THE GRANOLA GUY PETER GLUCKSTEIN FROM KENTISH TOWN TO VIETNAM


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THE ACCIDENTAL GRANOLA KING OF HỘI AN
FROM KENTISH TOWN TO VIETNAM — FROM A TOASTER OVEN AND A PUSHBIKE TO A FACTORY FULL OF PEOPLE

Yesterday I met Peter Gluckstein over a beer.

Today I was walking around his factory.

That's Vietnam for you.

You can sit down in a bar with a bloke you've never met, have a couple of beers, start talking bollocks about life, business, London and Vietnam, and before you know it you're standing in a cap and protective clothing being...

TOMMY'S TRAVELS  A Steak Pie, a Cold Beer and the Story of a Granola


A Steak Pie, a Cold Beer and the Story of a Granola Empire
I've been in Vietnam long enough to appreciate rice and noodles.

Believe me, I love the stuff.

Phở in the morning.

Bún when I'm hungry.

Rice when I'm not sure what I want.

Noodles when I've already forgotten what I ordered.

But you can't live on Vietnamese food every day.

Well, you probably can.

I don't want to.

Every now and again the body starts demanding something familiar.

Mine was demanding a steak pie.

So I wandered into Hattrick's Irish...

NATHAN AND THE MAGPIE BAR BEHIND  AN BANG BEACH  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️THE MAGPIE — AN





THE MAGPIE — AN BANG

Some people come to Vietnam for a holiday.

Some come for the weather.

Some come because they’ve had enough of the life they were living and fancy rolling the dice one more time.

Nathan belongs firmly in the third category.

He was running The Magpie in Toronto, a proper little independent music bar where he managed the place and booked the bands. Then he came to Vietnam on holiday.

And something happened.

Vietnam got under his skin.

Instead of going home, moaning about how much...

BAR HORSE SLUT HOI AN  VIETNAM  Bar Horse Slut, Hội AnIf you're

Bar Horse Slut, Hội An
If you're wandering through Hội An's famous Nguyễn Hoàng Night Market, don't just look for the colourful lanterns.

Look for Mun.

His tiny mobile bar, proudly carrying the unforgettable name Bar Horse Slut, sits beside the Hoài River on An Hội Islet, right in the middle of one of the busiest evening spots in Vietnam. Every night the market fills with visitors browsing silk lanterns, street food, local crafts and souvenirs while traditional wooden boats glide along the...