The news that celebrated ‘rockney’ duo Chas & Dave have split up will come as a massive shock to the millions of people who had absolutely no idea they were still together. I have to admit, I was in that category myself, but not entirely due to ignorance.
I interviewed The Fratellis a couple of years back, and the conversation got around to old bands who reform without all the former members. Barry Fratelli told me he’d seen a poster for a Chas & Dave gig which featured an asterisked footnote which warned: “May not feature actual Dave”.
So, I was initally surprised, then sorry to hear yesterday’s announcement that Dave Peacock has decided to go full-time as a restorer of gipsy caravans, following the recent death of his wife, Sue. To be perfectly honest, it’s actually a bit late for me to miss them, having already consigned them to my personal pop history filing cabinet – and, as far as I’m concerned, their career peaked when they showed us exactly what they could do with a load of cobbler’s awls (and a snooker cue).
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