For anyone who was nurtured by the punk revolution, as was I, the initials JCC are inextricably linked with the high priest of punk poetry. Along with LKJ and Attila the Stockbroker, he made poetry for me, a contemporary art form. His crazy take on life, fused with salient points about the then desperate state of British society under Thatcher was food from the gods. He’s a true iconoclast and an ironic icon for many of us who were at his wedding when he married a monster from outer space.
He’s still gigging to this day, catch him if you can, check out his website for information on dates and other stuff.