Scab Dips
This was the one and only issue of the Bunker (Green Terrace) fanzine. It was produced by Dave Irwin and myself (well 99% Dave and 1% me, to be fair). The name came about after (for some weird reason) I was watching 'Farming Outlook' on telly one Sunday - more proof of how shite the early eighties were. Scab Dips is a sheep dip sollution to get rid of a miriad of ailments. Just sounded a great name for a fanzine. We got £125 quid from the newly established Prince’s Trust, Charlie’s tax write off, to produce the fanzine. I think we poured most of that down our necks and bought a few hamlets to smoke. Then we got a letter saying we had to take the fanzine through to Newcastle to show our benefactors what fantastic publishers we were. This was a problem as we hadn’t produced owt. So this was cobbled together using a wrecked typewriter, some sellotape and prittstick, some photos copied out of magazines and some letraset. And a picture of Gary Glitter with ‘Turkey’ added to his forehead. I can remember going through to this meeting with Dave laughing me back off at what these people were going to make of Charles cash sponsoring Ray Moores classic punk poem ‘Fuck The Dead’.
It is fitting that we ripped the Prince’s Trust off for £125 in 1982 (£1 million in todays money) cos up until last year I used to work for them. They made me redundant twice in 18 months. Unfortunately, I was forced to sign an ‘anti whistle blowing clause’ when I ‘left’ their employ. So of course, I have no intention of saying that despite employing some of the most impassioned and genuine people I have ever worked with, those in power are a bunch of clueless middle class wankers who avoid young people like they were lepers and would suck Satan’s cock if they thought it would look good on their CV. Allegedly.
Despite what it says on the back page, there never was an issue number two. The whole thing just fizzled out with the demise of the Green terrace Bunker.
Might bring out issue number two this year. I'll see what I feel like.
Because this was produced on a crap photocopier (I think at Ford and Pennywell Advice Centre for peanuts) then the quality is a tad poor to say the least. So, and I hope you fucking read them after the time it has taken me, each page is accompanied by the full text.
HUGE thanks to Wib for letting me get my hands on the Holy Grail!
It is fitting that we ripped the Prince’s Trust off for £125 in 1982 (£1 million in todays money) cos up until last year I used to work for them. They made me redundant twice in 18 months. Unfortunately, I was forced to sign an ‘anti whistle blowing clause’ when I ‘left’ their employ. So of course, I have no intention of saying that despite employing some of the most impassioned and genuine people I have ever worked with, those in power are a bunch of clueless middle class wankers who avoid young people like they were lepers and would suck Satan’s cock if they thought it would look good on their CV. Allegedly.
Despite what it says on the back page, there never was an issue number two. The whole thing just fizzled out with the demise of the Green terrace Bunker.
Might bring out issue number two this year. I'll see what I feel like.
Because this was produced on a crap photocopier (I think at Ford and Pennywell Advice Centre for peanuts) then the quality is a tad poor to say the least. So, and I hope you fucking read them after the time it has taken me, each page is accompanied by the full text.
HUGE thanks to Wib for letting me get my hands on the Holy Grail!