| Alexi's last painting, taken from an Eisenstein film, I think. |
| I was never a great mate of Lexi's, as he said ' Come the revolution, George, you'll be one of the first up against the wall.' I suppose it was a working class thing, after you've known someone for a while, had some shared experience, met their mam, they're a mate, even if you can't stand them. London's not like that, or rather 'the scene' isn't like that. One of the last conversations I had with him he was telling me how weired his world was becoming, people offering him money to write a book, any book and how dfferent it was going out for a drink with your mate when youre mate was Sting and, of course, people act differently around you. I was guilty of that, you dont invite him round as him, you invite him round to make an apearance to impress other people, in my case my youngest brother Glenn so he could go back to Liverpool and tell them how 'Rock n Roll' I was. Anyway, I've got a lot of time for Lexi and he's a good writer, I still think Linda is funnier. |
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So, after me being part of rent a crowd for ages Alexi was doing this thing at the Comedy Store and invited me and Eva to the press view. Raymonds Review Bar, we had to walk past Japanese couples looking for porn and arrived to find a room full of journalists drunk on champagne. We joined in. It went well, good enough reviews and Alexi kept us on the guest list, rent a crowd again. One night he takes us to his club in Cambridge Circus, a luvvie's place after the shows stop, Danny Larue over there, menu of sausage and chips, I'm sitting with what became comedy legends, Rick Mayal is telling me about this idea of students living in a house and the stuff in the fridge talks, yeh, Bam, police raid, everyone up against the wall, bastards. They were checking to make sure everyone was signed in, pathetic, the old drink laws, English speak easy.
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