Stewart Home: Defiant Pose

Marxism, pornography, Oi! and class war.

The satisfying crunch of splintering bone.


'Ministers, Fat Parsons, Vicars, Lecturers and Monarchs have been the chief instruments of all horrid abominations which cry for vengeance.'


The future of the fuck and the orgasm had more to do with the relentless drive of post-industrial production than old-fashioned penetration.


After the revolution everyone would be middle class and the traditions which the European bourgeoisie had bequeathed to the world would at last become a truly universal culture.



'These drug-peddling ethnics are corrupting our upstanding white youth with their degenerate habits.'


'The task of repelling the tide that threatened to swamp the unique identity of the British people.'


'Hundreds of police accused of sexual exploitation.'


'Hackney, Newham and Tower Hamlets form an ancient kingdom which must free itself from the tyranny of Westminster and Brussels.'

Manuel Rivas: The Carpenter's Pencil

Prisoners of Franco discuss their pasts.

A Life of Richard Arkwright

A self-published hardback provided in the 'workers cottage' accommodation in Cromford, UK.

Arkwright's machines require so few hands, and those only children, with the assistance of an overlooker. A child can produce as much as would, and did upon an average, employ ten grown up persons. Jennies for spinning with one hundred or two hundred spindles, or more, going all at once, and requiring but one person to manage them. Within the space of ten years, from being a poor man worth £5, Richard Arkwright has purchased an estate of £20,000; while thousands of women, when they can get work, must make a long day to card, spin, and reel 5040 yards of cotton, and for this they have four-pence or five-pence and no more.

Morissey: Autobiography

The outspoken singer tells of his life and challenges popular assumptions.

My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.


Could things get any worse? Why, yes, little one. Be patient


It is a fact that even warming moments overwhelm me with despair, and this is why I am I.


The abyss in which I live hasn't the wit to save itself from savage ignorance, and I now feel assured that I am not in the company of my own species (at least, I hope I am not, for it I am, then I am they). Dear God, let time pass quickly, and let this end. Let me be older and let this mediocrity pass as a dream - one in which the utmost was done to bury me alive.

J B Priestley: It's an Old Country

Australian travels to the old country, tracks down his father, finds romance.

Purchased secondhand from Scarthin Books, Cromford.