It is funny how music connects different people. If you asked 100 people in the street if they are Altered Images fans, I doubt that any would say yes and yet I know two – Mike and John. Iron Maiden were a band that linked my friends in Royston (John Bonney and others) with BrightlingseaContinue reading “Silent the terror that reigned”
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I’m not the pleasure I used to be
The only time that I had tried a moped was when Alison got one to go to and from Clacton. I tried it out but when Alison rode the moped she had a helmet and protective gear. Dave and Andy had tried out mopeds on our holiday in 1991 and it was decided that weContinue reading “I’m not the pleasure I used to be”
Extremes of sweet and sour
The first time we went exploring in Kos was on mopeds, but we had not been able to get round the island so in the second week Dave and Andy found a place to hire jeeps. This necessitated an even earlier start than the 9am for the mopeds – we were there at 8am. EveryoneContinue reading “Extremes of sweet and sour”
I feel stupid and contagious
You shouldn’t go back -especially with holidays. Not that you can’t revisit places – I have been to Venice and Florence but would like longer in both places. I mean that you cannot recreate a special holiday – something that is so brilliant and amazing. Going back is always going to be anti-climactic. Everything wasContinue reading “I feel stupid and contagious”
Then the cowboy turned the gun on himself
One Saturday afternoon in the sixth form I was listening to the Richard Skinner show on Radio 1. They had a group called Theatre of Hate in playing tracks from their new album Westworld. “From the south on a wind in walked a cowboy The saloon was dry but his guns were well oiled SomehowContinue reading “Then the cowboy turned the gun on himself”
Time for…..
It was not the first time that we went punting but it was the funniest. Neil, Dave and I had tried punting one afternoon the previous year and Neil had fallen in when the punt pole got stuck and we had found that the mud at the bottom of the Cam smelt disgusting. June 1991Continue reading “Time for…..”
He’s Licking His Lips, He’s Ready To Win
The Scorpions are a German heavy Metal band. German heavy metal is a distinct sub-genre, though one I am not too familiar with. For me it is Michael Schenker and a few other guys. The Scorpions track on the Axe Attack compilationis soft, so I had never gone looking for them. My friend Neil wasContinue reading “He’s Licking His Lips, He’s Ready To Win”
And Then I’m Happy For The Rest of the Day
Essex is not famous for its bands. It is not Manchester, Liverpool or even Sheffield. I can only think of three Essex bands that have been huge successes – Depeche Mode, The Prodigy and the only one from Colchester – Blur. Their first album was a baggy album and derivative of that scene from theContinue reading “And Then I’m Happy For The Rest of the Day”
I Don’t Want to Break These Chains
In 1993 John and Dave did not go on holiday. Neil and I booked to go to Malia – even then a lively party town in Crete. Not long before we left for the holiday Ken Berry asked if we minded him coming out. I knew him a bit as he was part of extendedContinue reading “I Don’t Want to Break These Chains”
We all have our sins
1993 was a good year for stag nights. In those days it was a stag night, not a weekend in Amsterdam or week in Prague, making the British look like thugs abroad and cavorting with prostitutes. The worst that happened to men in Brightlingsea was being chained naked outside the Swan pub. First was Dave’sContinue reading “We all have our sins”
Five Miles Out 