“Went to London with Neville”
Despite stealing his Saturday job in the great “Francis Records Job Coup” of 1975 Neville and I remained good friends and it seems we traveled ‘up the smoke’ together.
Naturally – and is often the case – this diary entry does not expand on the basics, offering no clue as to what we got up to once we got there.
However, I do believe it was on this trip – maybe from the famed Portobello Market? – where I bought my one and only piece of ‘seventies glam’, namely a sky blue satin bomber jacket. I remember that whenever I bought it, and wherever from, that on getting home my Dad took one look at it and told me it was the biggest waste of money he had ever laid eyes on.
He may have had a point. It was made from particularly flimsy piece of super-thin material with shoddily finished elasticated wristbands and collar. But it seemed very “Cockney Rebel” to me, very Steve Harley, so I felt it was a more-than-worthy addition to my limited wardrobe.
It became a ‘good friend’ to me over the ensuing months and there are more photos of me wearing it – some now even on the internet – than I’d care to proudly acknowledge.