The Eighties seem to be about signing on the dole and occupting Conservative Party buildings. At least if you are a right minde studdent. I was one too. The Conservative Party have managed to get severely worse since then.
Alaistair meanwhile remains the boss of great prose. He finds himself writing a fanzine in the early Eighties. Everywhere he goes he meets people who hold grudges about the bands he writes about their bands. One of them tells him he's a c*** .
He writes for a magazine called Cut where the wages are appalling. But he gets loaned a Gram Parsons record by the editor as payment. His music taste is maturing.
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