"HE'S THE MAN OF THE YEAR"...

There has been something missing from the streets of London for some time, something that has been a part of London life for over a quarter of a century now, a national institution even, something that is known the world over, like red phone boxes and 'the good old British bobby on the beat', i am talking about none other than the man who featured on the first of many 'punk postcards' that tourists to this septic isle have been sending home for years and who's face has been plastered over the mugs of the rich and famous, people from PRINCE EDWARD to DURAN DURAN as well as his face popping up on many a documentary and film made about punk.
I'm talking about none other than 'uber-fan' DAVE DISASTER himself.
The funny thing is, i was in the process of writing an article called 'DAVE WATCH' appealing for anyone who had spotted the most famous punk that wasn't in the bromley contingent and who didn't front his own band (or maybe he did, who knows except him) to ever walk the streets or have a record stall in one, but my half finished article was brought to a sudden halt as i spotted the great man, after our meeting i just knew i would have to go and hurriedly re-write the article straight after our meeting.
It seems that poor DAVE had succumbed to 'market forces', i.e lardy arsed lazy fucks who only buy their records from eBay now and DAVE had also lost his pitch site outside ROUGH TRADE records (yaa boo-shame on them).
I know this because i was off to a record shop today and inside the record emporium was none other than the man himself.
He is still alive and kicking happily enough! with me not having earlobed tentacles stretching all over the city i was not to know of his whereabouts because he doesn't live near me but there he was, the man who launched a boat load of tacky postcards and 'punk dolls' (mind you none of it was his choice, if those postcards had not been found to be such a money maker things could of been so different) but people wanted to send DAVE'S face to their mums while in London on holiday (probably in the hope of scaring the gran who would see his punky togs and hair and assume London was a dangerous mad max film for real) and he became the 'poster boy' for a torrent of seemingly never ending duff 'punk postcard' copies (despite DAVE 'moving on' from the postcard scene quite early), copies of the pale imitators attempts still clog up the postcard racks even to this day but none can catch that image DAVE made his own despite an army of copy cats following in his footsteps.
So in summing up, it is nice to see that somethings don't change in this land of ours, like tax rises and holes in the road, and are still here so that we can feel safe in our beds knowing that while DAVE is still with us all is rosy in the garden.
So like knowing that the queen is still with us is what its like knowing DAVE is still out there, somewhere, waiting to be stopped and asked if "you was the bloke who was interviewed in that documentary 28 years ago?" for the 10.000Th time.
DAVE is as British as mushy peas, a national treasure that we should pay to keep in good condition like a national monument, a real one man walking tourist spot.
so, god bless ya son and keep the flag flying and thanks for turning up after so long and ruining my carefully made up previous article that i had to erase.
and what better title could i utilise than the name of an old 77' song?
P.S, have you still got that dog?.