Youth Youth Youth

I've always loved bikes, old cars and guitars. That's growing up with a punk elder brother, neighbours with Triumphs, photos of Jean-Jacques Burnel from The Stranglers on his Triumph, Gene Vincent in his leathers on the back of my parents' copy of K-Tel '25 Rock 'n' Roll Hits', Elvis, the Clash, the Sex Pistols,  despising authority, feeling alienated at school, bleached white Theatre of Hate quiffs, the punk spitting beer on the front of the 'That Summer' punk compilation album, Gary Glitter, Slade, The Sweet, the Who, football in the 70s (Spurs, me..), the smell of the leather and wood of my first old car, getting drunk, getting up and doing things for yourself, girls - I could go on and on.

This is me at 19 years old with my wonderful big old semi-acoustic that subsequently was stolen from me. One of the few possessions in life that had real value to me, not to any one else. That's either The Fulham Greyhound, or the old Marquee in Wardour Street.

People say you should grow up but my influences are as strong today as they were then.

Photos by my brother Guy. Check out where his influences led him here