The situation has changed from that of the big two super powers baring their teeth at each other.  It was genuinely worrying back then that some pillock might press the button and all hell would be let loose and we'd all end up fried.  The songs were written at that time describing some of the feelings of that time which were pretty strong.  A lot of it was aimed at the governments telling them 'Who the f*** are you' to put us through all this.  Fuck off and fight your own bloody wars.  It's all about politics and material gain.  I think the songs still have a relevance even today.  The situation might have changed a bit but there is still the threat from places like China or Iran or wherever there is nuclear capability.  Just look at the news. There is someone kicking off somewhere all the time.  Think about when you have a petty little argument about something and nothing.  How much does it take for that to become a shouting match, or if it's two blokes out on the pop disagreeing about something then soon enough there's fists flying.  That is what is worrying.  A small conflict could end up being another world war.  It would obviously be a different war as the methods and equipment have changed.  It will probably be a bunch of playstation guys doing it all by remote control.The (old) songs don't need to be perfectly relevant for today.  They are a piece of  history that I am proud of.  We don't stop playing or listening to songs because the world has changed. 

4. Jumbo Jaffabag - Africa's first quadru-balled man uses his 4 triangular testicles as mystic visionary temples in which to forsee the future. He claims the world will be invaded by yellow tadpoles and shrouded in a pubic veil from which the Grand Overseer Crabsucker will rise. For me Jaffabag is a crank but the 2 questions that come from this erection of a question are - if you hold your testicles up against the light what do you see and would you star alongside Keith Harris in the new porn film about a flying Skoda 'Clitty, Clitty, Bang, Bang'?

Sounds like a geometry conundrum Dave. According to the quadrilatriangulation theorem of 1686, the Tri-style quadru-nad not only see's, but creates the future.  The future's bright, the future's everything under one roof.  Bingo, solarium, slot machines, karaoke, everything. I see nothing but darkness, I blacked out trying.  Burned my arse on the bulb.  As far as the film goes,  I have principles so I have to draw the line somewhere.  No duck, No show.  Get the duck and we'll talk.

5. Best and worst gigs to date with Phobia please. All the details are essential.

The best for me in our early days was playing at the 100 club in London in 1986, supporting Broken Bones.  I had never been to London at all until then and I had to find Oxford street in a Volkswagen transporter van with a broken clutch.  Stooge had driven the motorway bit for us so I could get some kip, but they woke me up as soon as we got near London cos Stooge didn't want to drive through.  So up I got into the drivers seat tried to put the bugger in gear.  Cruunch.  What a nightmare.  We got there eventually.  It is a bit of a distant memory now but I remember standing on the stage thinking this is where It all started with the Sex Pistols.  I'm playing on the same bloody stage.  We were not allowed to use Broken Bones drum kit, so we got ours out which was bigger ha, ha.  It was not a bad gig either.  I broke a string, which was usual back then.  It was apparently a bit of a jaw dropping moment for some of the lads from down south.  To quote one Johnny, (You'll find him in our myspace friends) Him and his mates watched us get on stage and play. "And we just thought WHAT THE FUCK". Cheers Johnny.  So we made an impression.  At least for Johnny and his mates.  I recorded the gig, as I did for most of them back in those days, and when I can get round to it I will have it available on CD again.  There are one or two copies out there.

6. Bolton - reveal all about this town and its punk rock scene. Let me start you off - Bolton Punk Rock - a history by...

 I was too young to know anything when it first hit Bolton, but apparently the Buzzcocks lads hung out in Bolton a bit (According to my big sister anyway, who should know, she was there).  There are people around more qualified to tell of the early history.  There were bands such as A (Anarchy sign) Pencil, Gun Control, Limited Future and I'm sure loads of others  I think there used to be a Punk night in the Swan Cellar.  And Certainly there was a Punk scene around the Bus Inn which was round the back of Newport street somewhere. There were a fair few Punks about in the 80's, including the rest of Phobia, who hung out at Bolton Rec Club, or on the town hall steps, Bands like Mass of Black, Intensive Care (Ratty of Phobia, and Wilf of The Bullet Kings), TVOD.  Quite a few gigs were on as well in those days.  The Socialist Club in Wood Street was a regular.  There was an open air gig in Wood street with the Poison Girls, and possibly Chumba Wamba.  Some of the best gigs were the illegal ones like the ones in the castle ruins at Rivington, or the one we played at the quarry site of the gun club on scout road near Belmont.

These days there is, like many other areas, a ressurgence of interest in the old Punk.  The Blue Boar is hosting a lot of Punk gigs at the moment.  We've had some great all dayers .  We recently played with the Inner Terrestrials there.  Also the Soundhouse, which is affiliated with the Alma and Booths Music shop have hosted some great gigs.  Most recent was the City Invasion.  Just before Christmas we had GBH playing there.  Yer Man Fungal Dave is doing gigs at the Dog and Partridge.  The turn-outs to these have been a bit dissappointing considering the talent on show.  There hve been some great bands on there.  Saw the Scabs there last night.  Getting better every time I see em, and more dangerous.  The bouncers moved in when Ste got going.  Nice one Ste.  Still nuts. Fungal Dave was almost unconscious, as was Punk fer life Tim. (hope you got em home safe Dean ha, ha)

7. Whilst walking home the other night I was attacked by two refridgerators who were obviously out for trouble. The two cooling devices were obviously out of their heads on mercury and electrical currents and so the beating I took was severe. They had a pedigree toaster on a lead too and this bit me several times on the backside. Have you ever been attacked by an electrical device and would you toast your own penis for a slot on 'Celebrity Squares' alongside Willie Rushton.

Never been attacked by an electrical device personally but I once witnessed a group of neo nazi's being bothered by a pack of wild lean mean grillin' machines. 

If I had to go to those great lengths (ahem!!!) to secure a place, I would be holding out for Blankety Blank.  Celebrity Squares my arse.  Les Dawson, legend in his own lunchtime.  Brought that show out of the depths with his charming wit and face like a placenta.

8. Heroes and zeroes in life and music.

Don't know really. Not really got heroes as such but I admire people for what they have achieved.  Albert Einstein, Charles Darwin, Babbage.  Artists like H.R. Giger and M.C.Escher.  Anyone with incredible talent.  People who battle on, despite severe handicaps, people who fight for justice.  Peace makers. Zeroes = Politicians and Ministers, Liars, cheats, theives.  Anyone who tries to force their opinion on you, be it religion or otherwise.

9. The good and the bad about being in a band. Feel free to ridicule your colleagues.

Ridicule!  I wouldn't do that.  I'll get battered.  Not sure I would survive an attack from the twin testicles that we call frontmen, and our bass and drums can deliver a good pounding, so better not.  The best thing is having someone enjoy something you have created or performed.  If someone says "thanks", or "I enjoyed that." it means a lot and makes it worth doing.  The worst thing is trying to co-ordinate everyone to do a gig.  We all work and have family commitments so it makes it hard to get dates where we are all free, and I hate turning people down when they have asked us to play.  Lugging bloomin' equipment around is not so good either.

10. And carrying on - describe your fellow players in 5 slanderous words apiece - one of which must relate to footwear?

How can I slander those guys.  They are Sterling lads, every one of them.  But to a man we are ageing, aching, balding, tough old boots who are still friends after all these years, so that aint half bad.