
My Alarm Story – Andy Bubeer
In 1984 a friend lent me an album. On the cover were four spiky-haired, punk-looking young men. I didn’t have (nor have ever had) spiky hair. I didn’t really like (and still don’t to be honest) punk. I listened to the album. “Take this song of freedom, put it on and arm yourself for the fight. Our hearts must have the courage to keep on marching on and on.” How could a [read more]