Books

I’ve got three books out: ‘DECADE OF DISORDER’ ‘ANARCHIST’ and ‘BASH THE RICH’

‘Bash the rich: True life confessions of an anarchist in the UK’


          ‘This book is more than just a litany of riots and rucks however exciting. Its a thoughtful examination of class, struggle and social change. AND A WONDERFUL,VITAL PIECE OF SOCIAL AND POLITICAL HISTORY. ABSOLUTELY MANDATORY!’…………………….AK PRESS

‘Ian cuts a picaresque swathe through cynicism, bombast and pretension. Anecdotes and laugh out loud tales from the anarchist swampland unfold on every page as a story is woven that is mightily inspirational, consistently hilarious and often quite touching’.

‘Unlike possibly every other poltical autobiography ever written its uproariously funny’

‘He is the best writer on the Left in Britain by some distance’

‘I thouroughly enjoyed it…….the riotous narrative, the perceptive insights into the sub cultures of the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s and the reflective tone of his conclusions’

‘This book is very enjoyable………here’s to the book’   Ian Jack  Granta

Review
Bash the Rich: True-life confessions of an anarchist in the UK By Ian Bone TANGENT BOOKS £9.99 Labelled “the most dangerous man in Britain” by the Sunday People in 1984, Class War founder Ian Bone has now produced a book about his days putting the boot into the ruling classes. It isn’t subtle, and it isn’t any kind of blueprint on how to successfully start a revolution, but it is very funny. People of all kinds of different political persuasion may find this a problem: violent activism reduced to the level of a comic book. On the right, there are still many who’ll remember the cover of the Class War newspaper with a picture of Thatcher being brained by a meat cleaver; on the left there have always been humourless “realists” – the kind who’ve subsequently taken over the Labour Party and weeded out the socialism. But from the first page, where Bone’s mother and father are described hurling cow-pats at a Tory MP (“…my dad had scooped the fly-blown dry-crusted cowpat expertly on to his newspaper, raced across the road and squelched it deep into Sir Tufton Bufton’s Knight of the Shire patrician grin”), to the lyrics quoted from the song “Tory Funerals” by his band, the Living Legends (“I couldn’t care less, I couldn’t give a toss / At the sudden death of a factory boss / The ruling class are really hated / All I want… is them cremated”), it’s clear that, while Bone may be dangerous, he also knows how to entertain. Did any of it make any difference? Who knows where Britain would be without irritants like Class War picking at the boundaries of state control. Their bigger aim may never be achieved, but some small battles can still be won. Four out of Five stars, Independent on Sunday –Independent on Sunday

Bash the Rich by Ian Bone (Tangent Books, £9.99) IAN Bone has spent his life dedicated to revolutionary politics. Whether on the wilder fringes of Welsh nationalism and the animal liberation movement or founding the infamous Class War newspaper, he has consistently provided ideas, dedicaton and leadership. This political autobiography starts during his childhood growing up in rural Kent. His father, a butler, and the rest of the local society were immersed in a semi-feudal existence only punctured by the irreverent Cockneys visiting for their annual hop-picking outing. The claustrophobia and injustice of life in this setting leaves a bright spark of disobedience in the young Bone, which fully ignites as he moves away to university in Cardiff in the 1960s. Repelled by the antics of the Trostkyist groups, he turns to anarchism, although his politics were a lot more complicated than this simple label. It terms of political strategy and effectiveness, much of the book reads as farce fuelled by alcohol, as countless yarns of smashed windows and fights with the police are told. Of course, this makes lively reading, but there is political content worth noting as Bone imaginatively searches for different approaches to politicise the working class and, in conclusion, notes the limitations of much of his riotous activity. Bash the Rich certainly has the capacity to entertain, shock and make you think. ANDY WALPOLE Morning Star –Morning Star

Bash the Rich

Appledore

The missing Appledore chapter from Bash the Rich

It was a blowzy dead-time rat ambling across road afternoon. We were perambulating the back
of ‘the biggest indoor shipyard in Europe’ – a local pride quote oft made by Chris Causer of Barnstaple Class War – at Appledore. It might be big but it wasn’t busy.

Nettles, dock leaves, rosebay willow herb sprouted from rust coloured crumbling brickwork next to the still spruce main shed. Who would place their orders in this obscure yard – Arab Sheiks? The Swiss Navy? Decomposing Bokassas of Burundi?
Katangese mercenaries? Mark Thatcher?

This unlikely industrial colossus on the banks of the Bideford estuary was not on the ‘must see’ tourist guide to North Devon . I convinced myself it would be as near as damn it to visiting the coagulated rust meldings of the derelict Fray Bentos meat processing factory on the banks of the River Plate. Winding round the back of the shipyard was a bucolic country lane with grass pushing through its middle where at any moment a meander of idling cows might make its sturdy trusting plod to the milksheds . Not a sound was heard – not a funeral note!

At the sound of the shipyard hooter the rural idyll would be shattered by the pell-mell rush of black and white blokes on bicycles racing from the gates. But not today.
I almost saw George Orwell, home from Catalonia, gazing from a London bound clacking steam train at this phoney peaceful bliss…….. ‘when will we awaken from our long dark sleep, mouthed George to me’.

We rounded a bend and there was a pub. Shipyard deserted, no houses, no village, no people – a Brigadoon of a pub. There’s some pubs no matter how many times you go there you can never find your way to next time. Puzzle your way to the ‘Commercial Volunteer’ in Bristol more than once. I don’t remember the name of the Appledore pub…

We went in. A bluebottle on top of a crusty ketchup top winked at us. It was in a Heinz sauce bottle but somewhere out the back at some time someone had poured a catering pack of Hazeldean runny orange coloured tomato sauce into the Heinz bottle. Four blokes were slowly drinking pints of light and bitter. You always got more than half a bitter when you ordered a light and bitter’ cos they had to pour the half into a pint glass with no half marked on it. Two blokes playing pool as the others eked out their beverages at that lost world between 3pm – 5pm known only to the seasoned drinker.

I wanted to sit at the bar and eat the whole dusty jar of pickled eggs – last fingered on VJ night – one after the other Cool Hand Luke style… Then vanish. After I’d gone someone would marvel, “Who were those guys?” but in reality there’d just be the slightly raised suffering eyebrow and silence.

The four drinkers continued the practiced art of desultory gazing at the pool players as if the outcome had any import. The barmaid couldn’t be arsed… Not couldn’t be arsed to do anything you understand… She just couldn’t be arsed.

My companion asked for a tomato juice with Worcestershire sauce.
“We don’t have any.”
“Oh well I’ll just have the tomato juice then.”
“No… We aint got any fucking tomato juice”

I imagined The Beacon on The Buttershaw was like this. I knew The Rhymbuck in Cwmbrwla was. There was a nobility to it known only to the cognoscenti unconcerned about their longevity or actuarial lifespan or government health targets.

These were the punters our organs must reach. One day comrades… One day.

Anarchist!

Anarchist!

available from: PO BOX 53781 London SE25 9AT …..£5

Full text

‘DECADE OF DISORDER’  published by Verso 1992

13 responses to “Books

  1. Darren

    Is this a book about a people fuckin up coppers,or about a pig fuckin’……?

  2. What’s happened to your book Darren?

  3. ianbone

    Hello Ian
    You possibly don’t have much recollection of me as it’s been a long, long time since we last met. I was, as you describe somewhat incorrectly in your book, one of the “masonite” mob in as such as i shared a house with the “Revolutionary Dwarf” in Neasden for a time. Sean was a good bloke if not a little irratating at certain times and although i haven’t had contact with him since leaving said neasden house all those years ago i still have fond memories of not only him but of those he introduced me to such as yourself, Martin Wright, Steve Sutton, Ian Slaughter (the list is endless). i have vivid recollections of the Coventry CND march we all attended and of Martin’s total disdain towards the Sparticus paper sellers that day.
    I wasn’t myself a politico but attended several meetings at the Prince Albert in Kings Cross,do you recall the time the landlord evicted a bloke from the pub for farting but was quite happy to let us skin up carte blanche? Anyway matey i hope you are well and if you do ever come across Sean in any of your travels then give him,and anyone else i have mentioned my best.
    I believe we used to wind you up by shouting “bone fetch me my slippers” and you’d grunt something along the lines of “Mouthy young pups”
    Take care my friend
    Bill

  4. “Bone, fetch me my slippers”

    LOL!

    Can’t wait to hear the FIT shouting that one out ;)

  5. Stella

    Ian! How the devil are you, my dear?!

    Sion (from LWG, remember?) emailed me to say he’s started reading your book and I’m in there, so being the narcissist that I am I had to order it :o)

    I still have our single “Better Dead Than Wed” – good times, indeed. I’m really looking forward to taking a trip down memory lane when the book arrives.

    (And *lol* re the Revolutionary Dwarf!)

    xxxxx

  6. Sort It Out Frosty

    One for you 80s nostalgics, Smiley Culture sends up Maggy in reggae classic “Westland He Helicopter”:

    Funnier & more barbed than alot of that Crass type heavyhanded shite out there.

  7. kate smith

    ian you old sod . . how ya doin x

  8. Rock on ,Ian . Keep up the good fight .Remember , the only USEFUL tory is a LAVATORY. BEST WISHES AND KIND REGARDS .

  9. Jim

    do you have these books in pdf or epub format?

  10. Really, really good site. I love what you’re doing.

  11. Lol Love the quote about the slippers :)

  12. Porkbeast

    Have you any copies for sale Ian?

  13. I want copies of all three. Where can I get?

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