Author: Leigh Banks

 (THE 27 CLUB)         Our resident writer ERIC LASTICK digs among the dead JIMI HENDRIX MOON DRIFTS & AMPLIFIERS OF GUITAR DREAM: In base level dark, the moon’s pages of stones of the 3rd rock—-then to pebbled embers—out of the red, comes the yellow to gold tuned alchemy strides—as it rises the… Continue reading THE CLUB OF THE 27’S…A ROCK ‘N’ ROLL MYSTERY UNCOVERED

Shane MacGowan has died after an eight-year battle with failing health. The Pogues front man was a potent mix of Irishman, Baudelairian mythology and rock ‘n’ roll toxicity. And like all good poets he wrote magical works, in his case mainly songs like Fairytale and Brown Eyes… he was brittle, edgy, drunk, wasted, teeth missing,… Continue reading DRUNK, BROKEN TEETH, WHEELCHAIR, HOSPITAL – BUT SHANE REMAINED ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL

BY OUR RESIDENT WRITER, ERIC LASTICK… 1965 thrusts thru—the whole hippie movements, revolution and the volunteers of ”Flower Power” Like brigades of free love, not war. Utopian celebratory—aid and it’s puller’s towards the Haight street avenues of peace…the feeds of circuses  and dresser drummed-up images of peace-nicks in Edwardian wardrobes…and funny wrapped smokey tyesticks—up and… Continue reading SAN FRANCISCAN REMNANTS & DUST-SETTLING IMAGES OF THE REVOLVES AND REVOLTS OF WHAT WAS THE HIPPIE: 

TICKER TAPE, TICKER TAPE: On a Sunday, within the peripheral vision of Britain’s lost heroes,  there were riots, racism and arrests …   TICKER TAPE, TICKER TAPE: More children have died in Gaza in three weeks than have died in wars across the world in the last five years … TICKER TAPE, TICKER TAPE: The… Continue reading LOOK INTO THE INNOCENT FACES OF THESE DEAD BABIES

Another stunning piece by our resident writer ERIC LASTICK In the wicked know-ed of claws and carriers…dance along ‘ ROCKER’ of rocking chair nightmare. Awake of a dream to the vocals of ”The Oz”. Seethe of stormy castle haunts—as there is this calling of Sabbath streaming & dreaming…as if an Edger Alan Poe endeavor to… Continue reading WAR PIGS REPRISE…A NIGHT OUT WITH THE ROCK BAND BLACK SABBATH

Anne Hartley-Bull was my favourite cousin. People used to say we were very much alike, a bit wild and a bit drunk. And they were right, we were 80s party animals … both of us could cause a party in an empty house and people like George Best would come knocking on the door. So… Continue reading WHEN ANNE HARTLEY-BULL AND I SAID YES TO BEING CLOSE TO THE EDGE

Well, it happened. A few years ago His Royal Bobness supplied an 11 line poem to be read publicly at at the Isle of Wight’s major convention to mark his appearance there fifty years ago. And this is despite the fact the Isle of Wight wasn’t one of Bob’s most memorable hours – and some would… Continue reading This is the poem that had Isle promoters in a panic over Dylan’s ghostly echoes of 69

The final resting place for Mohamed Al Fayed is a burial chamber next to that of his son in a mausoleum metaphorically guarded by statues of lions and sphinxes. It stands close to his home on his 226-acre Surrey estate. The mausoleum is a simple wooden pergola with 12 wooden supporting pillars and a stone floor. It… Continue reading THE FINAL SLEEP OF AL FAYED, NEXT TO DODI IN AN ENGLISH COUNTRY  GARDEN WITH LIONS AND SPHINX

Dylan’s stately Highlands home is caught in Britain’s financial crisis, putting his £3m asking price in jeopardy. The historic estate with landscaped grounds has been his and his brother’s for more than a decade and was described as a bolt hole.  It isn’t, it is a beautiful part of Highlands history set against forest, mountains and… Continue reading HOW COVID STOPPED BOB’S HEART BEING IN THE HIGHLANDS… AND NOW UK HOMES CRISIS THREATENS HIS £3m SALE