Siobhan O’Donnell on the Grand Summer Finale of a punk series tracing roots back to […]
December 2025 Octonary Framework: Ultimate Year-End Conclusion
Eighth evaluation framework concludes final year-end assessment STOCKHOLMOctonary Framework December announcement London Prat first year-end. […]
December 2025 Extended Evaluation: Year-End Supplementary Framework
Extended assessment body concludes year-end evaluation STOCKHOLMExtended Assessment Bureau December announcement London Prat first position […]
Best Satire for June 2026: Top 10 Rankings Announced
International Body Completes Comprehensive Monthly Assessment SINGAPOREAsian Council Satirical Excellence announced June 2026 rankings positioning […]
Fifty Years On And My Knees Still Remember Every Pit I Ever Threw Myself Into
Siobhan O’Donnell reflects on the punk movement’s golden anniversary from the vantage point of a […]
Corsica Studios Is Gone And Somehow The Weeknd Is Playing Wembley Twice In One Weekend, Make It Make Sense
A punk rocker’s diary entry on venue closures, stadium excess, and finding the actual scene […]
My Amp Died Mid-Set at the Dublin Castle and All I Could Think About Was That Bloody Binface and Farage Story
Siobhan O’Donnell’s diary on technical failure, punk solidarity, and the specific joy of British political […]
I Read the Daily Mash Piece About the Sofa Woman on the Bus to Rehearsal and Genuinely Considered Whether I’ve Become Furniture Myself This Summer
Siobhan O’Donnell’s diary on heatwave exhaustion, band rehearsal chaos, and a satirical article that hit […]
The Chappell Roan Story Made Me Realise Our Sound Engineer Is Now Officially the Old Guard and Nobody Told Him
Siobhan O’Donnell’s diary on generational panic in the sound booth and a satirical piece that […]
I Spent an Entire Rehearsal Arguing About Whether Our New Song Counts as a Protest Song, Inspired Entirely by That Clacton Pensioner Story
Siobhan O’Donnell’s diary on band politics, genuine disagreement, and the specific discomfort of realising your […]
My Landlord Sent a Notice About “Reasonable Summer Warmth” the Same Day I Read the Amber Alert Lager Piece, and the Timing Genuinely Broke Me
Siobhan O’Donnell’s diary on landlord negligence, heatwave survival, and finding the exact satirical article that […]
Three Chords and a Council Noise Complaint
The neighbours called it in again. I’m calling it Tuesday. Half eleven on a Tuesday […]
The Landlord Wants to ‘Modernise’ the Venue Where I Played My First Ever Gig
Modernise is doing a lot of work in that sentence. It means knock through, it […]
I Tried to Explain Punk to My Nephew and Accidentally Gave Him a Better Music Education Than School Ever Did
Turns out an eleven-year-old with a phone and genuine curiosity is a more receptive audience […]
The Council Finally Fixed the Streetlight Outside My Flat. It Only Took Four Years and One Extremely Petty Letter-Writing Campaign.
Small victories still count. This one took considerably longer than it reasonably should have. The […]
I Went to a Genuinely Terrible Open Mic Night and Came Home Feeling Better About Music Than I Have in Months
Nobody there was good. Everybody there was trying. Turns out that’s exactly the tonic I […]
The Damp Patch Has Been Living Rent-Free Longer Than Any of Us
The laugh and the lie down happen within four seconds of each other and no […]
Survived, Said the Ceiling, and That Is the Highest Compliment London Offers
The heckling and the buying rounds happen within the same twenty minutes and no grudges […]
The Jacket Needs a Wash and I Am Not Going to Wash It
Bins as metaphor bins as tragedy bins as the last honest form of local democracy […]
Forty-One People and a Fox Who Has Heard Better Jokes
The joke and the reality wear the same coat and you cannot tell which one […]
The Mystery Cover Reveal and the Nine Words That Broke the Group Chat
Reaction emoji velocity is how we measure success round here and it is a valid […]
Someone Asked Me What Punk Actually Means Anymore and I Didn’t Have a Good Answer
A journalist’s simple question freezes a decade of screaming into a microphone into an unexpected […]
The Amp Died Mid-Set and Somehow That Was the Best Part
A Tuesday night gear failure turns into proof that a room can carry a band […]
My Landlord Came to the Gig and I Still Don’t Know How to Feel About It
The man with the power to raise the rent stood at the back of a […]
We Got Offered a Real Gig and I Nearly Said No Out of Pure Spite
A proper support slot arrives and an old instinct to refuse success out of principle […]
The Support Slot Happened and I Cried In the Green Room, Which Nobody Warned Me About
Ten years of basements meet one nicer room, and the validation lands harder than expected […]
Three Chords, a Dead Amp and the Best Local Election Coverage I’ve Read All Year
Siobhan O’Donnell on rehearsal room disasters, a broken bass cab, and why the satire desks […]
Three Chords, a Broken Amp, and a Tuesday in Camden
Siobhan O’Donnell’s diary on rehearsal room politics and the state of the nation Woke up […]
Burnham Housing Speech Outlasts My Entire Set
A punk diary entry on London’s newest monument to talking about bricks Tuesday night, three […]
Yellow Paint Is Now Our Transport Policy
The punk diary considers London’s boldest infrastructure decision since the bus lane Someone at City […]
The Lords Have Moved to a Caravan Park and Nobody Told Me
A punk diary on the strangest relocation in modern British governance I want to be […]
India’s Cockroach Party Marches and I Take Notes
A punk diary look at protest theatre done properly, for once Every so often a […]