I recently read Skinhead by Richard Allen. This book, and a few others, such as Suedehead, Skinhead Escapes and Chopper were all the rage when I was at school in the early 70s during the Skinhead / Boot boy/ Suedehead / Smoothie / Hell's Angel era, and I read most of them then when making out you were dead hard was in vogue, and if you used phrases like "in vogue" you would have got your head kicked in for being a nancy boy.
Out of curiosity I found it on Amazon for a couple of quid so got it for my Kindle. All I can say is, what a load of garbage, seems like it was written in a hurry, shallow lazy plot with cartoon style predictable gratuitous violence.
Now reading City of Bones by Michael Connelly, the 8th of the Harry Bosch detective stories, a much better quality read.