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The Taboo Crowd Was Certainly Less Precious. They Were Happy To End Up In A Pile Of Vomit And Booze At The End Of The Night. It Was Antifashion, In A Sense. They Were Just As Obsessive As The New -romantics But They Acted Like They Didn't Care.

There's This Illusion That Homosexuals Have Sex And Heterosexuals Fall In Love. That's Completely Untrue. Everybody Wants To Be Loved.

Certainly For Me, When Punk Exploded In The 1970s, It Was Just Great. We Had These Wonderful Clothes To Wear. We Could Do Great Things With Our Hair. We Had Protest Badges That Read "i Belong To The Blank Generation." It Was Such A Great Time To Be A Kid.

I Started Going To Madame Louise's, The Lesbian Club Where All The Punk Bands Used To Go - The Sex Pistols, The Clash. I Remember Seeing Billy Idol Walk In There; He Was Gorgeous.

Voting For New Labour Is Like Helping An Old Lady Across The Road While Screaming 'get A Move On!' Even The Tories, Who You Could Once Rely On To Be Completely Heartless Are Pretending To Care.