...to Old Punks Never Die!
At a time when a new generation are putting down their punk rock roots, I felt a need to remind them that the old geezer stood at the back still has something to shout about too, even if the body isn't quite up to a full session in the pit anymore (unless, of course, it happens to be Conflict playing).
So I originally put this webzine up to give an old punk a voice. It started as just a space for me to chew over and rant about anything vaguely punkish (or not punkish at all but which tickles my fancy / raises my ire / soothes my troubled mind depending on the time of day and tea intake) and to give you a chance to take pity on the aged. I specialise in biased reviews about all and sundry, poor humour, polemic, diatribe, invective and copious amounts of Anglo-Saxon vernacular. On occasion, I may even scribble bits about football, netball, cricket and other sports on the verge of being returned to their anarcho-communist working-class roots.
Since then, I've opened the virtual door and 'OPND!' is now a collaborative affair. Ernest Embryo and Alex Distroy having recently joined the ranks and there have also been a couple of one-off submissions from other ne'er-do-wells. The hope is to develop the 'zine so that it becomes a useful resource for lovers of loud music and louder politics everywhere. If you want to get involved, you can find out more here.
Your opinions and insults are appreciated, so please feel free to comment (although be very aware that we don't tolerate intolerance in the form of fascism, sexism, religion, homophobia or any other hate-mongering bollocks - if we do allow such comments to be posted, it'll only be so we can all join in the fun of ridiculing the author publicly. Think of it as an electronic version of the medieval stocks).
And if you really want to get your hands dirty under the bonnet, check out 'The Collective'. Enter at your own risk.
See you on the barricades (after a lovely cuppa tea).