After the dissolution of the Fingolstones Firemen in the summer of 1992 the band members all went their separate ways.
Dobba filled the gap in his life by drinking copious amounts of alcohol and whoring himself around Chez Vegas in search of that fundamental something that was missing from his life. He took a further life changing step by moving to the Nottinghamshire slum town of Worksop where along with Booga, who was also living there, their lives spiralled out of control. Booga, already an alcoholic, went to an either further extreme and got married to famous groupie Bev the Rev formally of Bev & The Blu Tac Birds. They based their antics on the famous 70's groupies the Plaster Casters but argued that as their targets members were so small they only needed a bit of Blu Tac to get the same results. This relationship was doomed from the start and lasted only a couple of years. At this time Booga gave up the music business entirely, his only contribution to it was buying Westlifes greatest hits on CD (although whether this counts as music is debatable). Together Dobba and Booga cut a pitiful sight on the streets of this run down urban hell hole and could often be found crawling in the gutter vomiting up pints of John Smiths bitter and rancid kebabs. Dobba could often be heard to cry out “don’t you know who I am, I was in the Fingolstones you know”. This would often be met with a reply of “the Fingolwhats ?, never heard of em”. Sometimes Dobba would sit on the corner of Gateford Road and Dawber Street (because it sounded like Dobba Street) with his guitar and a small terrier on a piece of string. He would pluck away at his battered instrument singing snatches of “Sharon” and “The CBS Song” until the local Police turned up, told him to put his old man back in his trousers and ran him down to the local nick to book him on yet another charge of indecent exposure.
Daz meanwhile, still sore at being booted out of the Fingolstones just before they hit the big time, moved darn sarf to the historic naval base at Portsmouth. Here he would entertain sailors by dancing funny jigs whilst singing “Walking Through Birdholme” and drinking a pint of Fosters at the same time. Gradually he came to realise he was only demeaning himself and took a drastic career change by enrolling at the renowned international cookery school on Hayling Island. Graduating with honours he returned to Chez Vegas fully refreshed and landed the prestigious head chefs job at the Michelin starred “Ye Olde House” bar and grill. All this time he was still dreaming that one day he may return to the Fingolstones and take his place among the rock elite.
The Charmer meanwhile went on holiday to Cambodia with his good friend and musical hero Gary Glitter. He hasn’t been seen since.
Amongst all the chaos only one man remained true to the musical vision of the Fingolstones, Norbert. That vision being to write crap songs about his mates and take the piss out of everyone and everything. He began to learn to play as many instruments as he could. Guitar, drums, bass, piano, trumpet you name it he learned it. He also built a recording studio in his spare room and set out to record a brand new album. Work began in the summer of 2008 and the ideas began to flow. After laying down the first track, Back in 86, Norbert contacted his old band mates to try and persuade them that a return to the band was a must if they were to get their lives back on track. Daz jumped at the chance but Dobba had to decline. He had sorted out his drink and sex addiction problem and was now a happily married man with two young children and had to play Thomas the Tank Engine and get the tea on. Booga also had tamed his drinking habits (slightly) and was living a peaceful hippyesque existence in the pleasant country village of Clay Cross. As for The Charmer he was still missing in action.
In Nov of 2008 Norbert and Daz set off for the Far East to try and track down The Charmer to see if he would come back to the reformed band. Booga also joined them on this epic odyssey as he thought he may be able to find himself (some very cheap beer) and together they scoured the titty bars of Bangkok. When they had finished that they decided to look for The Charmer. So they searched the seedy back alleys of Siem Reap but were unable to locate their old friend. The street children told tales of a strange old white man with missing teeth and a bent nose who used to hand out lollipops to the teenage girls but he had not been seen for many a while. Frustrated the lads gave up their search and headed home. Booga returned to his pastoral retreat and Norbert and Daz to the studio. Over the course of the next few months 12 tracks were laid down and the album “Fingolstones For Sale” took shape. The bulk of the writing was done by Norbert although Daz did chip in with a few including the beautiful ballad “The Wonder (Stuff) Years” and the up-tempo rocker “Deaf Dumb & Plumb”. Due to work commitments Daz was unable to contribute to some of the songs so although they were in effect solo numbers Norbert, loyal to the band to the end, still referred to them as, by “The Fingolstones Firemen”.
The album was released in early 2009 and gained mixed reviews. Uber critic Paul “Goffy” Gofton had this to say in his June 2009 review for the Chesterfield Advertiser”:
“I have no idea why but for some reason this band keep e-mailing me their hideous caterwauling, I wish they’d stop it”.
There was no denying the Fingolstones were back.
Dobba filled the gap in his life by drinking copious amounts of alcohol and whoring himself around Chez Vegas in search of that fundamental something that was missing from his life. He took a further life changing step by moving to the Nottinghamshire slum town of Worksop where along with Booga, who was also living there, their lives spiralled out of control. Booga, already an alcoholic, went to an either further extreme and got married to famous groupie Bev the Rev formally of Bev & The Blu Tac Birds. They based their antics on the famous 70's groupies the Plaster Casters but argued that as their targets members were so small they only needed a bit of Blu Tac to get the same results. This relationship was doomed from the start and lasted only a couple of years. At this time Booga gave up the music business entirely, his only contribution to it was buying Westlifes greatest hits on CD (although whether this counts as music is debatable). Together Dobba and Booga cut a pitiful sight on the streets of this run down urban hell hole and could often be found crawling in the gutter vomiting up pints of John Smiths bitter and rancid kebabs. Dobba could often be heard to cry out “don’t you know who I am, I was in the Fingolstones you know”. This would often be met with a reply of “the Fingolwhats ?, never heard of em”. Sometimes Dobba would sit on the corner of Gateford Road and Dawber Street (because it sounded like Dobba Street) with his guitar and a small terrier on a piece of string. He would pluck away at his battered instrument singing snatches of “Sharon” and “The CBS Song” until the local Police turned up, told him to put his old man back in his trousers and ran him down to the local nick to book him on yet another charge of indecent exposure.
Daz meanwhile, still sore at being booted out of the Fingolstones just before they hit the big time, moved darn sarf to the historic naval base at Portsmouth. Here he would entertain sailors by dancing funny jigs whilst singing “Walking Through Birdholme” and drinking a pint of Fosters at the same time. Gradually he came to realise he was only demeaning himself and took a drastic career change by enrolling at the renowned international cookery school on Hayling Island. Graduating with honours he returned to Chez Vegas fully refreshed and landed the prestigious head chefs job at the Michelin starred “Ye Olde House” bar and grill. All this time he was still dreaming that one day he may return to the Fingolstones and take his place among the rock elite.
The Charmer meanwhile went on holiday to Cambodia with his good friend and musical hero Gary Glitter. He hasn’t been seen since.
Amongst all the chaos only one man remained true to the musical vision of the Fingolstones, Norbert. That vision being to write crap songs about his mates and take the piss out of everyone and everything. He began to learn to play as many instruments as he could. Guitar, drums, bass, piano, trumpet you name it he learned it. He also built a recording studio in his spare room and set out to record a brand new album. Work began in the summer of 2008 and the ideas began to flow. After laying down the first track, Back in 86, Norbert contacted his old band mates to try and persuade them that a return to the band was a must if they were to get their lives back on track. Daz jumped at the chance but Dobba had to decline. He had sorted out his drink and sex addiction problem and was now a happily married man with two young children and had to play Thomas the Tank Engine and get the tea on. Booga also had tamed his drinking habits (slightly) and was living a peaceful hippyesque existence in the pleasant country village of Clay Cross. As for The Charmer he was still missing in action.
In Nov of 2008 Norbert and Daz set off for the Far East to try and track down The Charmer to see if he would come back to the reformed band. Booga also joined them on this epic odyssey as he thought he may be able to find himself (some very cheap beer) and together they scoured the titty bars of Bangkok. When they had finished that they decided to look for The Charmer. So they searched the seedy back alleys of Siem Reap but were unable to locate their old friend. The street children told tales of a strange old white man with missing teeth and a bent nose who used to hand out lollipops to the teenage girls but he had not been seen for many a while. Frustrated the lads gave up their search and headed home. Booga returned to his pastoral retreat and Norbert and Daz to the studio. Over the course of the next few months 12 tracks were laid down and the album “Fingolstones For Sale” took shape. The bulk of the writing was done by Norbert although Daz did chip in with a few including the beautiful ballad “The Wonder (Stuff) Years” and the up-tempo rocker “Deaf Dumb & Plumb”. Due to work commitments Daz was unable to contribute to some of the songs so although they were in effect solo numbers Norbert, loyal to the band to the end, still referred to them as, by “The Fingolstones Firemen”.
The album was released in early 2009 and gained mixed reviews. Uber critic Paul “Goffy” Gofton had this to say in his June 2009 review for the Chesterfield Advertiser”:
“I have no idea why but for some reason this band keep e-mailing me their hideous caterwauling, I wish they’d stop it”.
There was no denying the Fingolstones were back.
Fingolstones For Sale cover art