A Punk Rock Diary. No holds Barred. Tells it like it is. Fun. Humourous. Disturbing.
He is 100% "anti woke, anti snowflake and 100% anti f***ing politically correct" as he puts it ("Hell, if you can't poke fun at yourself and then poke fun at the shit people that blight society, there's no point in having fun at all"). It's a biography. It's a diary. It's a music history lesson. It's all three things wrapped up and more. Added with savage, sarcastic humour, this is the story of a former punk as told from a non-Caucasian alternative point of view, his time involved in London's punk rock scene and abroad throughout the entire 1990's and up to the early Noughties. How there was, despite the fun and laughs, a more sinister side which is never mentioned, along with the hypocrisy and the occasional violence that tagged along with it. No holds barred. Warts an' all. It will shock. It will be disgusting. It will make you laugh and then it will leave you emotionally detached.
WARNING - some material will be likely to offend.
James Christie was born in South London in 1969, raised by a mum and dad who’d both met there in the early 60's. So, he says, when some twat asks him "Where do you really come from?" or even "Where do your parents come from?" his answer is still London.
A lifelong punk-rocker and an ardent gig-goer. For years James kept a diary of the shows he went to and hassle he had as ‘the only black kid at the show’. That’s what his tongue-in-cheek, street-slang-filled, musical history-diary, ‘The Dark Chronicles’ is all about.
Since those heady days of punk rock and alternative lifestyle that he writes about, he has now calmed down, just a little. And, fed up with city life, he now lives as a 'grockle' in the countryside.