I keep bumping into people I know in real life on myspace. I’m supposed to be a 99yo grumpy sod there. It’s rather disconcerting. Facebook is the only place I have my real name up anywhere on the internet and I’m not about to post any links here.
Just took a comment from the son of the lead singer of The Regents on Youtube
. Last time I saw him was eight years ago at his father’s funeral. Jason Isaacs was a mate of Martin’s and he entertained my kids all afternoon – bless! Totally nice guy. It was just before Hook came out. Every time I read stuff about him and see all the icons with him on, I crack up inside. No, I didn’t get his number.
It’s funny how some memories pop up at the oddest times. When I was six or seven and living in Lagos, my parents were friends with a Nigerian, Art Alade. He was a jazz drummer, TV director and a bit of an impresario. Even when my father was working the next day, he would ‘pop’ round with a few musicians in the early hours.
Now I don’t remember a lot about those days – it was nearly forty years ago, but there was one woman I did, and for all the wrong reasons. She was driven around in a lilac Rolls and had long red nails. The fascinating thing to me as a child was that her nails were all different lengths. This was Princess Patience Burton of One Nation
. My mum said she used to sing nursery rhymes to us (jazzed up), but I have no recollection of this at all.
Art was my father’s best friend. He died some years back, but it appears he has a son
now in the business. Foot tapping and shoulder twitching.
The most annoying thing is that hubby has met practically everyone in the music biz up to the 80s. Anyone comes on the TV, "Met him - nice guy/pratt" etc. Discussions with Phil Lynott about guitars and eye showdowns with Boy George drive me up the wall because I'm so jealous.