Sabotage Times, We can't Concentrate so Why Should You?

The Fall, Toots & Maytals, Shack, The Supremes and more feature in this barnstorming list of floor fillers and head shrinkers…

When the gaffer of Superscreen was unhappy with a radio jingle script, he wrote it himself and locked the staff in the office until midnight…

Check out this extract from my second novel and win one of five copies while you’re at it…

As a child, the adult world of work loomed heavily on the horizon. Luckily I found Charles Bukowski to read when I got home from the days hawking spuds and selling puppets…

Ever had sleep paralysis? Imagine awaking to a strong sense of a ‘presence’, pressure on your chest, intense fear and hallucinations, but being incapable of moving a muscle. I’ve had two unhealthy doses and just writing this is making me break out into a sweat.

We look back at a time when Rugby League was king. A very different game played by a very different breed of player. Not men who followed macrobiotic diets or dabbed on moisturiser, these were men who supped pints and smoked tabs. Welcome to real rugby.

One Easter Bank Holiday Monday about twenty two years ago me and my pal were on the piss down Beverley Road after a horse we had backed had romped home at not inconsiderable odds.

He’d only intended to go for a piss. But now Jack Nelson was spread-eagled on the deck of the St Arcadius, smashed under the steering quadrant by a heavy wave of water that had crashed over the side, his barely shaved fifteen year old face inches away from being chewed off by grinding gears.

How a small, US-based publisher is bucking the commercial trend, selling gritty masterpieces for 99 cents a pop.

He was Coronation Street’s finest loafer, a scallywag hell bent on evading work, snatching a crafty fag and forever hiding from Vera…

“I can make it longer if you like the style
I can change it round and I wanna be a paperback writer”

Skinning up is certainly one way of making a terrible 0-0 draw more interesting, but how does acid go down at the match?

Scream If You Want To Go Faster, now included in Read Regional 2012, started life as a late night anecdote from a taxi driver in Hull…

Satan may have some top stars on his side such as Mick Jagger and Pete Doherty but the legions of ‘good’ in music aren’t quite as uncool as you might think. Step forward Reverend Al Green and Mr Van Morrison…

The Wheel Tappers and Social Shunters club isn’t a real club, but, if it was, it would probably be the best club in the world.

The Happy Mondays frontman may be chiefly known for the drugs and soundbites but his lyrics contained pure poetic genius on a par with the classics. Hallelujah for the Bard of Salford…

Like Van Morrison sharing a spliff with Candi Staton, Jahna Ranks brings achingly beautiful pop into the dancehall.

Set in and around Leeds’ petty criminal underclass, the tense and hectic “Blowback” is the latest novel by Sabotage Times’ scribe John Lake…

Jim Morrison and The Doors produced genuinely thrilling rock ‘n’ roll lighting a fire under the happy clappy sixties Summer Of Love.

‘Battle For Seattle’ is the inspired album of Nirvana cover versions from veteran Jamaican recording artist, Little Roy. Here’s why it’s a must have.

Forget Elvis Presley, Jack Kerouac was the world’s first rock n roll star. Obsessed with fast cars, sexual abandon and wild music, he was a weaver of dreams and imagination, an inspiration for a generation.

I have recently taken to running round the park of a morning. Well, I say “running”, it’s probably more accurately described as staggering forwards like a dray horse that’s just been hit by a tranquilizer dart alternated with short bursts of good old fashioned walking.

Russ Litten, author of Scream If You Want To Go Faster, regales us with his memories of growing up in the shadow of the infamous Hull Fair.

Hull Fair, October 2007. A city still drowning in the aftermath of summer floodwater prepares to wave farewell to Europe’s biggest travelling carnival. As the big wheel turns, 10 characters are brought together in a single weekend in the rain soaked city…

Like being hit round the back of the head with a day-glo baton, The Go! Team have announced the imminent arrival of a new album “Rolling Blackouts” and I, for one, am dizzy with anticipation.

Our lass has always maintained football is a soap opera for blokes, and the last few weeks has only confirmed this. By the time Saturday came round I’d had a belly full of football, and that was before a ball had been kicked.

Glued to The Apprentice? We are. It’s quite difficult to get so many idiots in one room, well done to whoever cast it. This week the Exorcist era Linda Blair look-a-like loses control.

I am a firm believer that your children’s musical tastes should not be left to chance. When it comes to moulding the pop kids of today into the up-standing rock n roll citizens of tomorrow, the responsible parent’s watchwords should be education, education, education.

Less of Bullard, more matchday arrests but please lord not a return to the Premier League. Some fans have simple pleasures at heart.

Best known for gurning buffoon Selwyn Froggit and lovable oaf Greengrass, Bill Maynard struck gold as ‘The Gaffer’.

The seven best Stevie Wonder songs – and there’s not a Paul McCartney duet in sight.

Me and my daughter have a new call-and-response song for going upstairs to bed. “Up the stairs Mister!” says I – “Eat Y’self Fitter!” she yells back.

What do you do when an alarm sounds? Call the police? Stab yourself in the ears so you don’t have to listen to it anymore? Russ Litten takes action, gun action.