Heyas Clint, it's always good when you are a part of the start of something big(?) and you can carry those memories around with you, even dining out on a few juicy titbits for as long as you can 😉 I've regaled you before about my helping to push start Holly Johnson of FGTH(Franky Goes To Hollywood) fame car after his car battery was fla…
Heyas Clint, it's always good when you are a part of the start of something big(?) and you can carry those memories around with you, even dining out on a few juicy titbits for as long as you can 😉 I've regaled you before about my helping to push start Holly Johnson of FGTH(Franky Goes To Hollywood) fame car after his car battery was flat. They hadn't become stars then, just a bunch of Scousers playing a few local clubs. There were Holly and Paul Rutherford and a couple girls (girls hanging out with gay lads back then were referred to as Fag Hags, Google the expression😲) They had all driven over to Manchester from Liverpool for the early afternoon at Bernards Bar, later named Stuffed Olives, a bar and bistro by day and expanded into a club known under various names....Heroes, Stuffed Olives, Precinct 13 The 3 straight other guys of FGTH in those days tended not to go with Holly and Paul to the 🌈 places. I guess Holly won't have any recollection of that afternoon 😎 and I'll be discreet why they were in Manchester that day too. TBH 🌈 life was a lot more fun back then too, more underground, edgy, you needed to be in the know. You had Pier13(?) in SF, we had the Dunlop deserted factory. Now it's all in the open, it's sanitised, nothing is a mystery any more. Well enough ramblings, Cheers DougT 🇫🇴 🇬🇧
I suspect Holly might remember that car battery failure. He strikes me as someone who might pretend to forget stuff, but is sharp as a knife. And might cut you. In a good way. Hugs and thanks for the reminder! Cheers
Heyas Clint, it's always good when you are a part of the start of something big(?) and you can carry those memories around with you, even dining out on a few juicy titbits for as long as you can 😉 I've regaled you before about my helping to push start Holly Johnson of FGTH(Franky Goes To Hollywood) fame car after his car battery was flat. They hadn't become stars then, just a bunch of Scousers playing a few local clubs. There were Holly and Paul Rutherford and a couple girls (girls hanging out with gay lads back then were referred to as Fag Hags, Google the expression😲) They had all driven over to Manchester from Liverpool for the early afternoon at Bernards Bar, later named Stuffed Olives, a bar and bistro by day and expanded into a club known under various names....Heroes, Stuffed Olives, Precinct 13 The 3 straight other guys of FGTH in those days tended not to go with Holly and Paul to the 🌈 places. I guess Holly won't have any recollection of that afternoon 😎 and I'll be discreet why they were in Manchester that day too. TBH 🌈 life was a lot more fun back then too, more underground, edgy, you needed to be in the know. You had Pier13(?) in SF, we had the Dunlop deserted factory. Now it's all in the open, it's sanitised, nothing is a mystery any more. Well enough ramblings, Cheers DougT 🇫🇴 🇬🇧
I suspect Holly might remember that car battery failure. He strikes me as someone who might pretend to forget stuff, but is sharp as a knife. And might cut you. In a good way. Hugs and thanks for the reminder! Cheers
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