It's that time of year again (although the weather would certainly disagree); with spring in full bloom and summer around the corner, candy colours are back! Flicking through the glossy pages of this month's Vogue, I can't help but be drawn to the ice blues, gentle lilacs, soft pinks, mint greens and lemon yellows.
A year later it all seems quite surreal. Did it really happen? Did the authorities seek the arrest of the Pussy Riot women and actually put three of them on trial charged with the serious offence of "hooliganism motivated by religious hatred", a crime carrying a possible seven-year jail sentence? And were they really jailed? Sadly, of course, the answer is a triple yes.
The recent arrests and the on going trial of the feminist punk group Pussy Riot confirms exactly why punk's rallying cry against authority remains as potent as ever.
We could feel that Camden was different than anything we knew in California. Southern California was hot and bright, the Santa Anna winds dried out your skin and messed up your hair. I was using SPF 50 and had my hair cut like Justine from Elastica. I didn't fit in to say the least. But when I was in Camden I felt like I finally fit in.
I've grown to hate Don Letts... I'm just sick of his sunglasses-indoors-bedecked face cropping up every five minutes to tell the same boring stories about punk. He has become the George Martin of punk - and not in the 'creative genius' way - more in the 'couple of years of doing something, four decades of agreeing to every interview and saying the same old boring crap again and again' way.
The Damned were always a little different to most punk bands, with singer Dave Vanian possessing the kind of voice many crooners would kill for and guitarist Captain Sensible being a skilled musician. Contrast this to Paul Simonon writing chords on his fretboard and Sid Vicious who had the right attitude, but no ability to play a guitar, and you can see why they stood out.
The music now is just a selection of rave presets we used to listen to in the 90s along with beats so weak they wouldn't challenge clock radio speakers. David Guetta is everywhere, ruining everything he touches. Kanye West has decided to become a singer. Cher Lloyd is...oh balls to her. Matt Cardle is...nah, balls to him too.