In a way, Dury was the poet laureate of the English working class at a time when even their class status was being demolished by the Thatcherite ideology that insisted there was no such thing as society. He was more than that, though. „I was a working-class kid,“ says Kosmo Vinyl, „and most people I knew had a few quid in their pocket but Ian was a revelation. He had no money and no regard for money. Him and Denise lived on doughnuts and cigarettes and seemed pretty happy. You’d go round there and he’d play you Gene Vincent and Charlie Mingus. He didn’t differentiate. He was a bohemian, basically, and I’ve never met anyone that free before or since.“
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