circa 1980........(no, that's not my car)..............................
the night I met the photographer
was a violent one. I was given a
black eye & a cut lip.................
..............it all kicked off when a
mob from London got nasty at a
gig in the sticks but before that a
young photographer said he'd like
to feature me in a photo shoot so
of course I said yes & we swapped
numbers......then the aggro started
& I saw my girlfriend, a nurse, out
the front of the building trying to
stem the flow of blood on the face
of a guy who had been glassed &
as I walked out someone to my left
said something to get my attention,
I turned to see a large fist homing in
on my face then...slowly....fell back,
momentarily unconscious, during which
time, I was later told, he also kicked
me in the head.................................
later, two coppers by my hospital bed
asking if I wanted to press charges.....
but I didn't know what planet I was on
....weeks later, the photo shoot in which,
it is clear, I was wearing a kind of post-
Clash City Rocker(billy) look, complete
with quiff & pleated trousers so the
snapper thought I'd suit the vintage car...
all that remains are the contact sheets.........and a small scar above my lip....
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