On the story about the van attacked at a roundabout. Around the time I was going to gigs at the Bridgehouse (and the Lyceum), a guy approached me and 5 or 6 mates when we were hanging around in the high street. He was a short bloke wearing a military uniform who spoke in an upper class twerp accent, which immediately provoked stifled sniggering from us. He asked if we knew certain skinheads from another area and explained that he had recently been at an attack on a van full of "lesbians" at a roundabout, somewhere up north (stuck in traffic?), which in our view was hardly something to brag about despite ourselves harbouring the typical teenage fear of homosexuality.
He then went on to explain he was an NF organizer and asked if any of us "chaps" (yes, he used that word) would be interested in joining. There was a sort of an embarrassed silence as we all stood there and thought who the fuck is this prick. I don't think anyone even answered him.
We mimicked his accent for a week till we got bored of the joke and then forgot about it.
Years later (90's) I recognized him in a photo in searchlight. He was up in Manchester organizing something with gays.