Wishing I Was Skinny, Wish The Whole World Knew My Name

We've reached the Boo Radleys in the tour of my hard drive.

I'm very protective of this band. I love their early shoegazey noise-pop, of their cosmic middle period, of their slightly cynical grab for pop fame, of their inevitable decline, and even of their various solo albums.

I partly feel this way because clearly every other band of the 90s loathed them. In particular, Louise Wener's autobiography slates them for being loud Scouse gits with no interest on tour apart from finding the next 'Irish' pub, while Luke Haines (of The Auteurs and other bands) amusingly despises their stoned, footy-loving stupidity and hippy attitudes.

They're probably right - they sound like a bunch of young lads with talent, a bit of cash and adoration, and not much interest in doing anything other than living in the moment. Would any of us be any different? I hope so, but I couldn't guarantee it.

I don't really care - their music stands up to inspection, especially Giant Steps, which I think has the ambition and richness to qualify as one of the great albums of the 90s. Their first album was Ichabod and I - a thrilling bundle of loud pop fuzz in which tunes can occasionally be discerned. There were only 500 copies (vinyl only), so you'll have to hear a few tracks on the Best Of compilation or go here and e-mail the nice gentleman for a copy. That's what I did, and how I wish I could afford the real thing. I've got everything else on lovely vinyl, and some on CD too so I can never be without Every Heaven and Everything's Alright Forever and Learning to Walk - shoegaze masterpieces with a big dollop of pop thrown in.



I have a massive love for covers of New Order and Joy Division tracks: here's the Boos doing 'True Faith', renamed 'Boo Faith'. It's just excellent - and very much of its time. Weirdly, this live session makes the words and tune much clearer than that committed to vinyl.



Giant Steps is the Great Leap Forward, however. Being Liverpudlians, they'd been forced to listen to the Beatles, and you can really tell: pop tunes from the Hamburg Days, production from Revolution No. 9. Add to this an acceptable slice of reggae, some Eno, a bit of Ozric Tentacles and a lot of echo for a profound, often melancholic but always catchy examination of postmodern life. Pressing play on 'Wishing I Was Skinny' transports me - madeleine-like - back to being a first-year student by the North Wales seaside, in a grotty shared house, 1970s record player on the floor beside the bed and being blissfully happy (and very skinny too, which didn't last long). My belongings consisted of about 10 records, a lot of books (or so I thought then), black DMs, black jeans, black shirt, black biker's jacket that I probably shouldn't wear ever again, and very long black hair. I was free of my appalling school and the scum who taught and were taught there, and the world was my whelk.







After that came the Wake Up period: the band wanted fame, needed cash, and yearned to prove their pop nous. It worked, perhaps too well: the album went straight in at No. 1 and the single 'Wake Up Boo' became both a worldwide smash and an albatross round their necks (the extended version on the 12" single is far more interesting but I still like the original), and their final albums (C'Mon Kids and Kingsize) are charming attempts to retreat to their artpop comfort zone and I'll probably never listen to them again.



Amongst the solo albums, Eggman's First Fruits is a fantastic lost album of psychedelic whimsy (complete with appearances by 18 Wheeler and Ed Ball - lovely Britpop also-rans) but it's not online, while Martin Carr's Brave Captain solo career is, well, OK in its own way.

Back to the 80s

So Gordon's gone (with a magnificent speech). I'm in the dark office, marking dissertations, munching Ferrero Rocher and listening to the Boo Radleys' Giant Steps.

"That's it Gordon, sod orf like a good fellow. Cousin Cameron's going to make the place safe for the gentry again".

We're fighting an imperialist war. Posh Tory Scum are in office, aided by ex-Labour splitters. Nottingham Forest are (almost) back to the top division. Fluorescent clothing is in fashion. I'm eating ironic chocolates. Let's face it, we're living in 1983. What's next? Bashing the miners?

Heartbreaking as his speech was (video here), a few things shouldn't go unchallenged. Gordon said this:

I loved this job for its potential, to make this country I love fairer, more tolerant, more green, more democratic, more prosperous and more just – truly a greater Britain…having shaken their hands and looked into their eyes, our troops represent all that is best in our country

He's wrong. This country isn't fairer. The inequality gap has grown inexorably wider. This new parliament contains more privately-educated people than ever before. Poor people die younger and live worse lives. They will never be judges, politicians, senior civil servants, lecturers or company directors. Britain is less obviously intolerant, and yet the media reflect a high degree of hatred and distrust for those who are poor, working-class, regional, black, unChristian and non-heterosexual, often thinly disguised as humour. This country isn't more democratic. Some hereditary Lords have been replaced with party donors, many of whom don't pay tax in return for their vote and their say. Clearly this country will not be 'more prosperous' for long - and what money there is will be concentrated in the hands of a tiny élite, as it is now. As to the British troops: some are driven into the armed services by poverty, but as to the rest, there's no excuse for wanting to kill for money - there are no threats to the British state, only imperialist wars in the service of another country's foreign policy. Bloody Sunday isn't forgotten. Too many Iraqis, Afghans and British citizens have been tortured with British connivance to allow that comment to pass unchallenged.

There is a bright spot:

7.46pm: William Hague and his team were booed by a crowd of protesters as they walked down Whitehall.

My colleague Hélène Mulholland has just seen Chris Huhne, David Laws and Danny Alexander (three members of the Lib Dem negotiating team) walk into the Norman Shaw building, an office building for MPs. She says they did not look particularly happy. Protesters were shouting at them: "Don't do it." 

 My catchphrase seems to have caught on:

7.37pm: William Hague has come out of the Cabinet Office. He said that he had some recommendations that he would take back to his colleagues. Asked if there was a coalition, he said we would find out soon enough. As he was speaking, some "troops out" protesters were shouting: "Tory scum."