I may be repeating this anecdote but youngest brother was very good freinds with Max Mosley's son. Indeed, he may have been a fan of my band 20 years ago.

Anyway, I managed to go along to both his and his brothers 18th birthday parties which both were held at the Marquee and one had The Fuzztones playing and the other had Doctor & The Medics

As you can imagine, we felt the dos were very cool but, I remember at the end, Max Mosely and and some of the extended blond haired and blue eyed family turned up up at the back of the gig in dinner suits looking at the sons' hippy freinds with expressions like they had just trod in dogshit.

It was a bit frightening like something out of "Lords Of Discipline" or something.

Mind you, free booze and buffet laid in though. Those neo-Nazis know how to put on a do