Pointy Finger

Reasons To Build Youth Centres

As Andy said, “If everyone else gets their young faces on the net, so do I.” A better reason for councils to provide entertainment for our youth I believe you would be hard pushed to find. Descriptions for photos from Mr. Hubble.

My mum will kill me

My mum will kill me

Gaining Entry – Here we see Phillip Glanville (shades worn to hide identity!) hefting a house brick to smash our way into the property, of course the house is actually one of our own, I forget who’s. The other young chap, cringing away from flying glass (what an actor!) is …… me! Andy, Without hair!

Err...I appear to be stuck

Err...I appear to be stuck

Gaining Entry 2 – Finally in and off to loot the house! from left to right, Richard Sutton (Legge, with wig and headphones), Edward Price (with no shoes or socks on), Daniel Williams (seen from the rear…..)

Taking hanging around too seriously

Taking hanging around too seriously

Hanging Around – What a lark, here we see Phillip Glanville (still wearing shades) being punished for his crimes of breaking and entering, severe yes, fair, of course.

I can see right up your nose

I can see right up your nose

Hanged Meat – What we didn’t know when we took this photo, was that the log Phil was standing on had rolled away! Apparently he could just reach it with the toe of his one outstretched foot. Oh how we laughed.

Just another sleeper...

Just another sleeper...

Railway Sleeper – Richard Sutton (with wig and orange headphones) lying on a disused rail line running behind a friend’s house. Later that night we heard the rumble of passing freight, not so disused as we all thought.

One Beats Our Pric

The following comes from the tortured mind of our drummer. Perhaps it even sheds a little light on his damaged psyche. Decide for yourself as we enter Hubble’s History.

Words truly escape me!

Words truly escape me!

The above is the cover art I did many moons ago, for the one off album “One Beats Our Pric” . The title came from a shop in the local high street which was obviously, No One Beats Our Price, but which had suffered from unfortunate vandalism, resulting in it almost spelling out this title. The tracks on the album, as I recall were “Disgusting” and “The Carrots have Landed in Wigan” believe me that was enough. “Disgusting” was a noise fest worthy of any modern day white noise band, and “The Carrots have Landed in Wigan” was a very long poem which rambled about mutant alien carrots come to control the earth, the evidence for which was our school Latin tutor, “Veg”, I really wish I could remember his real name, MR DAVIS!!!

Ha ha, I remember, this man once gave a lecture on meditation techniques during our school assembly, he actually tried to get us all to meditate with him, obviously we instantly called it “Veg-itation” and carried it on in his classes as a running gag. Looking back I have a lot of admiration for the man who stands up infront of an all boys school assembly and asks everyone to close their eyes, breathe deeply and picture gently lapping ocean waves. The man was mad, but there you go, madness, genius, very fine line, take your pick, this guy was between all three.

Anyway, that’s the story behind the album cover, which obviously shows a disembodied hand (a Pointy Finger) blowing away the letters to leave “One Beats Our Pric”.

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