November 2010
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Why I Hear Machine Music In My Head (1981)
I predicted disorder. This is a strange recollection, one that goes back to the very beginning.
In the summer of 1981 I was 16 and I needed a holiday job to earn money to buy a motorbike. Without wheels my range was limited. I lived in rural isolation, miles from anywhere I wanted to go, which was mainly Brighton, a beacon of neon and vice dens.
“You want a pint of lager?” Asked my unreliable...