If I were to sell my soul, there is a high-chance that I’d give it to Noel Edmunds in exchange for a chance to see The Clash live.

I was introduced to them by father and David.

We were watching the news in 1986 and there was a short piece saying that they had finally disbanded.

My father mumbled “Awful lot.” David nodded. He was 10 years old, yet at the same time he could have been 50.

There then followed a clip similar to the one above, and my father changed the channel. I liked the fact that music could irritate him so much. From then on I had a soft-spot for Joe, Mick, Paul and Topper. It was another 5-years before I got a copy of London Calling.