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I took the above photos as publicity shots. I didn't know it at the time, but my eyes were starting to go so everything was getting slightly out of focus. I was never very comfortable at their gigs; my idea of a night out is sitting at a table in Harry's Bar, listening to 'As time goes by'. One gig we went to the young crowd was pogoing, spitting, crunching brocken glass under their feet, one kid, who was stripped to the waist, was pushed over, he jumped up, his back covered in blood, and carried on jumping up and down. We students did performances, as well, more anarchic cabaret. One coffee shop in Kings Cross had a small stage at the back and we put on a show, one of my best memories. Gary, the guy in the helmet, and I did 'I hear singing'. I was lying on the couch, Gary in a white coat doing the Ethel Merman part. It climaxed with us screaming into each others faces, inches apart, and then a final gentle kiss. I met Eva on the course and we were together until I came back from Berlin, in 81. The boy, Tom, was a lovely lad. The last photo was taken at a cottage in Wales. Half a mile across fields to get to it. We found a lake near by teaming with fish. I made a couple of rods out of sticks, string, and bent pins, added a couple of worms, then we sat on the bank and pretended to fish. After a while Tom said, 'What do you do when you've caught one?' I looked down and he had a giant carp on his line. It was way too big to land on a piece of string, and eventually it just swam off. |