A curious smell, an intangible crime

Pah ha ha ha

The year was 1981. The fashion was 'new romantic'. After a sweaty night in a concert it was unlikely that I'd have much make up on.

Under that rather lush shawl, I have de rigour frilly blouse on - you may just catch the edge of my bow tie.... My legs were encased in shiny black jodhpurs, gathered at the calves, flaring out like MC hammer drawers before MC hammer.

Why the pose? Steve Norman of The Spandau Ballet has scribbled on my hand - I wasn't even looking for a signature - my arm was slung over the barrier trying to pat martin kemps head.... Ah well you take what you are given.

Shit! I was all that