This, from Pickled Politics, is well worth a read, just for the glorious run of pisstakes of Oliver Kamm that I appear to have accidentally set off in the comments.
Is the book any good? Buggered if I know, but according to the shill on Amazon, the Times seem to like it.
What I really would like to know, though, is why the fuck he sold his custom ‘Superyob’ guitar to that twat out of Adam and the Ants?
Between yourself and Oliver Ham, I am now scrubbing coffee from my carpet. “I resent your jejune mockery” indeed.
Consider that a small return on the mental image of Polly Pot and intricately carved root vegetables.
Mr Pirroni is not a twat, though he happily admits to being a tosser. At least he pays taxes to the British government, which is more than you can say for a lot of artists who sold that many records. And the guitar has a loving home, which is great.
On a Slade related note, did you know Noddy Holder does the voice in the lift at Walsall Art Gallery?