I first met George in the bogs at the Vortex. Screwdriver were playing and the atmosphere was thick with violence which jarred amongst the glitter and gladrags of the camper prettier punks. One Skin had gathered his own large turd in a pint glass and was threatening to throw it at people.
“you coming down the Vortex?”
On the top deck of the number 43 bus he explained gay sex in detail: that they took it up the arse, although some men preferred to be the fucker. He told me about some posh party where an older man locked and mounted him in the loo. I lapped it up. George told me that he was gay but that he expected to get married and have children later. That seems kind of poignant now.
“I love you babes but don’t touch the barnet”.
He only ate cheese sandwiches. His sister was in jail. In his fonzyesque leather jacket, rough but rule-bound like so many working class men, his ‘otherness’ and his talent as a cartoonist enamoured me. Like most men, he was prepared to spend any amount of money on me for drink, but food was something else: once, after a drinking sesh at the Duke of Hamilton pub in Hampstead where he and his crew, who were later to become the band Madness, hung out, I said I was hungry.
“‘Course I love you, I bought you chips”.
I looked at him: he was serious. Buying me food, even a take-away, showed commitment of a different order.
“I had to stop George from spray painting your parent’s living room with graffitti” Melissa told me.
I was shocked that a friend would consider such a thing. I still got in a heap of trouble with the parents, even though my brother and I had spent a week clearing up. We weren’t sure how to repair the fixtures and fittings though, such as the wood surrounds of the doors which had been ripped off. For a week or so afterwards whenever I went out to a club, I was famous as the girl that had ‘that party’.
“Are you talking about Nostradamus?” I interjected.
Fascinating, and so evocatively written!
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Man, I have led such a vanilla life in comparison.
You should write an autobiography.
Bloggus superbus as those of us with a crap classical education like to say. Specially liked the bit about the Teds.
I was a punk who's best mates were the Polecats – lent Boz my Hofner Galaxy guitar for their big show at the Buddy Holly Rollerdisco at the Electric Ballroom. Boz only had a Hayman which wasn't rock and roll enough. I never really had any hassle with anyone, apart from some Cornish Teds in Camden. Even then we ended up all getting pissed in the Ducks Head, when we twigged they were only acting aggressively as they thought we were going to lynch them.
The only real hassle was the Skins. I remember Penetration and sham69 at the Roundhouse. That was scary.
Glad to hear you're still cooking. I'm still playing the guitar and my band – The False Dots are playing at the Purple Turtle in Camden supporting the Bollock Brothers on Friday June 11th.
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Delicious stuff, Ms ML – wow, you take me back. I can't help wondering if and when our paths ever crossed (I think 'when' is more likely, although the 'where' might be a problem!).
Thank you for sharing your memories – more, more, more???
Thanks for sharing your memories there, ML. And what a memory you have! The corresponding period of my own life is a blur! I remember nothing of my own 18th birthday or the months surrounding it, and that's got nothing to do with being drunk because if it was I'd remember the hangover. No, I can only recall very brief flashes of my life back then.
Your article sounds like the first page of an autobiography. Have you thought of expanding it into one?
I love people who have great stories (like these). I am still waiting for MsML pretends to be a Sikh in India though!
Good tale – what a priviledged metropolitan life you led as a young girl! Life in the sticks seems quite boring in comparison. However I can inform you that Jon probably wasn't the man for popping your cherry (not for the reason most people would assume) – you can pump me for details at another time if you like!
More stories of this ilk please – it would be great to have an insight into the menus of your lifetime of dinner parties. 'How a girl grows'…..
bestest everything, C x
Green Drawers! I want to know…
He's married with kids now…
The fastest indian: I will get round to that one day.
Rog: Its' not Boz who works with Morrissey is it?
Thanks Kavey, meemalee, and animaldisco.
Ben: you never know…if I get a deal.
Yup, it's the very same Boz. He's in Portugal at the moment. He bought a villa and he's built a studio there. Top guy
Yes I took pix of him and Linda when they were the Shilleleigh sisters! They only live up the road…