February 18th, 2009
Mudskin Club by Dougie fae Glesca.
The Mudskins are a group of skinheads into mud and who work in construction and building sites in the Glasgow area. There are over twenty members in the club. The club only accepted skinheads who could prove they were tough. Chuck was a Liverpool supporter and proud of it, although watching the football wizards wasn’t his main interest. His interests were outside the grounds. He had taken part in fights against other skinheads and casuals outside various football grounds and had proved that he was a born fighter…
February 17th, 2009
Scrap Yard Visitor by Dougie fae Glesca.
Steve had completed six years with the Royal Marine Commandos, receiving an honourable discharge (along with two commendations for bravery). He decided to take a four-week holiday before starting his new civvy job as a policeman. Two years ago he had been promoted to corporal and a physical training instructor, so at 24 years of age he was at the peak of fitness with a well developed body. Ten days before his discharge Steve had received a letter from Andy, a friend and former marine PT instructor inviting him to Glasgow…
February 16th, 2009
Skin Fuck by dralion.
He could feel the sweat running down the middle of his back, down into the crack of his arse and at the same time the roughness of the wall on his forehead. He was hot even though it was a cold and wet Autumn night in London. There was a distinct smell of hot, sweaty rubber whenever he moved his shoulders to ease the pain developing in them.
February 14th, 2009
Skinhead P.O.W. by Dougie fae Glesca.
My name’s Dougie Inchinnan and I’m proud to be the president of the Feggie Boot Boys, a skinhead gang from Ferguslie Park in Paisley, a town to west of Glasgow. In fact, Glasgow city boundary and Paisley burgh (town) boundary join each other. I’m also the chairman of the Paisley Skinhead Federation, a group of eight skinhead clubs in Paisley and the surrounding area, including the smaller towns of Renfrew, Johnstone, Linwood and Barrhead.
February 8th, 2009
LadADog Lads by Wulfstan.
Wouldn’t it be great if you could walk into any shop in your town and get what you really wanted? Well, just the thing happened to us the other day when I was just out for kitty treats. Angel loves Pounce. He pounces for Pounce. So we took ourselves to the local pet supply and groomer, “The Old Bone Shop of the Mind,” the sign above the door reads. And just as we turned to the block of merchants where Singlebury’s store was located we could hear his theme, you guessed it, The Pet Shop Boys, blaring into suburban space, “You were on my mind.” We were regular customers there and Singlebury knew when we were in for a claw trim and when we were in to pick up kitty treats.
“Angel,” he boamed louder than the soundtrack, “I got exactly what you came for!”
But then he turns to me and with the wink of a slypuss himself, “And I got exactly what you came in for too”…
