The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Thursday, 31 March 1988

Alone Again Or


10pm.

 

My No.1: ‘Alone Again Or’ – The Damned



 

IN RETROSPECT, THE WEEKEND WAS HACE!  WOOOLAHWOMB!

 

GIRLS: JUSTINE BLACK, ALICE (OF MACDONALDS), NAOMI BELL, HANNAH MUNDAY (fandom ahoy!)

 

BUT MOST OF ALL: ANITA (of Gate House) and NAT!  Ooh.  NAT!               

 

GOODBYE TO MARCH! 

 

No fun-filled days in Ponty!

 




 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘Aprilness…’

Wednesday, 30 March 1988

Ten Years From Now: 30/03/98


TEN YEARS FROM NOW…

 

‘Lucretia’ – The Sisters Of Mercy



 

I’ve been listening to a lot of old Goth stuff, i.e. SISTERS, GENE LOVES JEZEBEL and GHOST DANCE.  It’s wonderful stuff.  Even THE CURE.  I must do JACKIE a tape.

 




 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘Back to 1988…’

Tuesday, 29 March 1988

Post-London


1.30am.

 

‘There Are Worse Things I Could Do’ – Stockard Channing



 

Hello.  I am back home at BLACKBERRY NARROW in Old Mary. 

 

I’m here to talk about the weekend.  So, on we go, across the permafrost, illuminating that everlasting, gloomy dark we call ‘the mists of time’.  WIDDLEY-PING!

 

The weekend was unaccountably strange.  London is an experience of fantastically intense proportions when squeezed into such a short time.  Time should be taken there and one’s feelings must be gently nurtured, nay, coaxed into accepting the pace it needs to take.  Especially when you think of the hours we kept!  This is not to say we were unable to cope with the tide and movement of such a place – we could – it’s just that we weren’t well enough prepared.  We didn’t stop travelling the whole time, and when we weren’t travelling we were in a massive gig, getting pissed or enduring an uncomfortable night in the open.  It could have happened anywhere, I guess; and by that I mean it wasn’t necessarily London that left me knackered.  It’s not a unique place, in this sense.  But I think it’s safe to say that Stan and I approached PHYSICAL EXCESS on Saturday and Sunday.  We were very, very, very tired.  But, odd as it might seem, this weekend will probably become one of my fondest ever memories.

 

THE SUMMER FEELING APPROACHES…

 

Later:

5pm.

 

A day of Chip, indeedy.

 

Later:

9.10pm.

 

‘The Power Of Love’ – Frankie Goes To Hollywood



 

Hello, Children of the Storm.  An excellence descends upon the Earth and I smile.

 




 

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Next time: ‘Futures…’

Sunday, 27 March 1988

Love and Leeches


‘Warm’ – Cabaret Voltaire



 

Well, the day began in the KEITH MOON bar of the ASTORIA THEATRE, London, listening to HOUSE MUSIC.

 

It was certainly something to see Stan break-dancing along to the music.  A head-spinning Goth is something to see…

 

After long and funny chats with Crackle and Rae, I was sad when they had to go.  They offered to meet up with us again later on, where they’d get us tickets to get into the second gig, but I imagined we wouldn’t.  I hope they write again.

 

By 2am, it was obvious to us that it was no longer Saturday.  Stan and I had got quite friendly with one of the bouncers, who told us where we might accidentally stumble across a backstage door.  So we did, but were unfortunately stopped by a full-on SECURITY GUARD.

 

So we returned to the KEITH MOON, where Stan chatted to lots of girls (to try ‘n’ get us a place to stay) and I got talking to Danny from SALVATION.  He told me that THE MISSION were tired and had left. 

 

I sat with Danny and we drank and chatted.  He was drinking glasses of ‘everything’ – which meant various shorts in one glass – and it was very kind and sociable of him to buy me several of these, over the course of which we talked about the NORWICH gig.  We also chatted for ages about LEEDS ‘n’ stuff and he told me about the LEEDS Comic Relief gig Flash went to (which was covered in my BAD fanzine).  Danny was amazed that the thing actually got off the ground, as it was so badly organised.  He told me he doesn’t like Maria from BAD very much.  I told him about Flash and Amanda going to see THE MISSION and SALVATION and falling in THAT sick.  Danny had an equally gross tale to tell.  At the Comic Relief gig, he was gobbed on for the first time, which he was utterly repulsed by.  And it was near the mouth!  Poor bastard.  I hope I don’t get gobbed – especially like that.

 

Oh, Manda, he felt really sorry for you about the sick ‘n’ all that, so I asked him to do you an autograph (he also did one for me and Flash).

 

‘To Jez (RITCHERD), Love + Leaches, Danny, XXX’

 

Anyway, Danny was really nice and I’d very much like to see the SALVATION gig in Bradford on April 9th.  When he finally had to leave, he bought me another groovy glass of ‘everything’ and said goodnite.

 

‘First and Last and Always’ – The Sisters Of Mercy



 

By about 4am, I was asleep in the ASTORIA, whilst Stan got chatting to two Scottish Goths and their pretentious Essex mate.  He arranged that we’d all hang around together for the rest of the nite.  I think he was still harbouring thoughts of getting off with someone, but I didn’t care.  I just slept until the place shut.

 

When the ASTORIA closed, Lou (from Edinburgh), another Scot and the Essex Pretension and I dossed all o’er the West End (well, a bit of it), talking to anybody and everybody available.  The place was VERY alive.

 

In TRAFALGAR SQUARE (at the base of Lord Nelson), I fell out with the Essex Pretension (A VEGETARIAN WHO DIDN’T LIKE IT WHEN I PLACED MY BEEFBURGER WRAPPER ON HER PERM!  But then it was a stupid thing to do…).  In fact, they all bugged me, but we all caught a bus to VICTORIA TRAIN STATION.

 

By 5.30am, Stan and I had separated ourselves from the Three Musketeers and ended up trying to sleep at the top of main concourse escalators in VICTORIA STATION.  It was uncomfortable and it was freezing.

 

At 7am, I woke up, left Stan behind and went to sleep under a hot air vent outside a branch of FOSTER’S MENSWEAR.

 

‘Body and Soul’ – The Sisters Of Marcy



 

At 8am, I was awoken by a STATION SECURITY GUARD who moved me on.  I went to get Stan and we tubed it to LIVERPOOL STREET STATION, catching breakfast in a little Italian place.

 

At 9.30am, we concluded that we were going to decline Crackle + Rae’s offer of collecting tickets at 6pm from them (or backstage passes they hoped to collect from THE MISSION during the soundcheck), because we just didn’t want to spend a Sunday being bored.  So we got a train back to Stan’s village.

 

Back at Stan’s, we ate and slept awhile.  After which, I came home.

 




 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘Escalator…’

Saturday, 26 March 1988

City Three


12.10am.

 

A TALE OF THREE CITIES, PART THREE: LONDON

 

‘Ant Rap’ – Adam And The Ants



 

Chip’s really ill.  Bad cough.  I hope he’s okay.

 

Things to do later today:

Polish boots

Do hair

Tidy room

Go to Stan’s

Poo on Jack

 

Later:

 

‘Doctorin’ The House’ – Coldcut



 

At 9.30am, I arose from a very sleepless night and did my household chores.  Then I had breakfast and started doing my hair, concocting my make-up and getting dressed.

 

At 1.30pm, I was given a lift into Wisbech, where I visited Lucille, who was able to (thankfully) repair my bootstrap.  I then bussed it to King’s Lynn (quite needlessly it turned out), where I saw Suz, who told me Justine was not going to be going to London because she’s ill with Chicken Pox.

 

I waited at the bus station until Stan eventually arrived.

 

At 3.10pm, the bus set off (with 10 from King’s Lynn, 3 from Wisbech and about 7 from Peterborough).  Stan and I had two girls to sit with and talk to on the way.

 

Who?

 

Nat and Sandy who had been at Stan’s 18th Birthday party in February.  Now, I’d never really bothered with these two at the party, other than some chit-chat, but we all got on really acely and t’were a laugh travelling down with them. 

 

On the journey, Stan and I got very weelehed on lager, and he skinned up a very nice ‘funny fagarette’.  Ooh, Buses, Booze ‘n’ Drugs ‘n’ Rock ‘n’ Roll.  Ace, eh?  ACE!  ACE!  ACE!

 

I tell thee what, ‘n’ all: it’s raight hard trying to use a bus bog.  You get thrown all o’er’t’ shop and so does your wee.  NO LEEZ I TELL THA!

 

We all had a great time + I felt extremely close to Nat.

 

At about 5.30pm, the remazing bus arrived on London’s Charing Cross Road.  All over the place there were Rockers, Goths, Punks, Anarchos, Grebs and Alternatives.  But the doors of the ASTORIA THEATRE weren’t to open until 7pm, so Stan, Sandy, Nat and I went to a place called W1 BURGER and ate burgers ‘n’ drank tea.  Then we went and sat by the fountain near Centre Point, getting even more weelehed.  And a JAPANESE TOURIST TUCK MY FORTOR!

 

I now realised I was attracted to this Nat girl in a way I’d never imagined I could be at Stan’s 18th.

 

What’s she look like?

 

She’s just shorter than me, with blonde/brown-ish hair, which is just over shoulder length.  She has nice eyes, a prominent, noble type of nose (just the sort I love) and nice teeth which always seem to be smiling.  Ideal.  Just ideal.

 

She wears a long grey mac, long crush velvet tops, beads, short black leggings and Japanese slippers.

 

‘No Memory’ – Scarlet Fantastic



 

At 7pm, the doors opened, and as Nat and Sandy went inside, Stan and I went to find out what the chances of getting backstage were.  I knew they’d be impossible in such a venue and, indeed, the bouncer said it would be impossible, but ‘the bands normally hang out after a show in the KEITH MOON bar, depending on how well they play.’ 

 

So, Stan and I decided to head inside, but were halted by cries of, ‘Jez!  Jez!’  It was Crackle and Rae from Newcastle!  HACE!  They were here – at last! – and we all talked for quite a while before going in. 

 

Once in, Stan and I checked the place out and got a few drinks.

 

At 8.30pm, on came GHOST DANCE and they were really good.  Anne Marie was gorgeous, but Gary Marx (ex-Sisters) looked really crappo.  Sadly, I couldn’t appreciate them to the full, as I was, by now, feeling really sick and ill (with the booze).  But it was a good set.  WELL HACE!

 

Following GHOST DANCE, Stan and I drank some more (!), meeting up with Crackle and Rae in the KEITH MOON.  It was here that we spied many a thing: Craig Adams’ girlfriend boozing it up; Gary Marx having a drink just in front of us; the SOUP DRAGONS (twatso music, or what?) boozing it up; all the Eskimos; and Danny from SALVATION (HACE!  HACE!  HACE!).

 

Crackle and Rae and me ‘n’ Stan all chatted to each other for ages, then the girls went up to the Balcony and Stan went down into the front of the crowd.  I stayed in the KEITH MOON feeling really sick!

 

At 9.30pm, THE MISSION came on and by now Stan (along with Sandy and Nat) had plunged into the pulsating mass of lumpy people at the front of the stage.  I was still feeling ill, and when The Mish did ‘Beyond The Pale’ I certainly felt it.  I tried to enjoy it, but it was getting harder and harder to contain myself.  ‘And The Dance Goes On’ made me want to Razz – and not just because it’s boring.  So I decided to leave the crush, go to the bogs, and make myself voluntarily sick.

 

‘And The Dance Goes On’ – The Mission



 

Being in the bogs (under the dance floor) was like being at sea on a ship, so I felt even sicker.  Try as I might, though, I just couldn’t make myself actually be physically sick.  I wanted to be sick, because I felt sick and reasoned that it’d be a lot better (and easier) to get it over and done with now, rather than bowking all o’er Stan later on.  Anyway, whatever I did, worked – even though I didn’t puke.  I just gipped a lot, but ended up feeling tonnes better for it.

 

So, feeling re-invigorated, I returned to the auditorium.  Standing on the sidelines, I got a bloody HACE view of THE MISSION.  Here, I bumped into Nat, who was alone, having had to leave the front due to being inadvertently elbowed in the nose by a very fat MISSIONARY. 

 

She stood just in front of me, and we watched the band, dancing gently and rhythmically to the music, body to body, gently grinding against each other.  It was, unintentionally, very sexual, but we’d say a few ‘tension-defusing’ words to each other now and again, before carrying on with this grinding dance.  I felt so addicted to her.  I wanted more, even though our bodies were virtually one.  It felt like our minds were probing.

 

Meanwhile, to my rear, a young girl danced close to my back, caressing my thigh with her fingers in what could only be intentional ways.  And, much later, she kept playing with my hair, which was at its best ever. 

 

‘AGAIN?’ you ask

 

‘Yes’, say I.

 

Well, it only proves that I’m getting better at it.

 

With two encores, THE MISSION show was fabulous.  The best time I’ve seen them.  Hussey was really alive, really animated.  Simon was excellent.  Craig Adams is a crap singer, though.  I didn’t see much of Mick Brown.  But it was a really enjoyable set.  I was sad when it finished.

 

‘Royal Orleans’ – Led Zeppelin



 

At 11pm, I said farewell to Sandy and Nat, then rejoined Stan, Crackle and Rae in the KEITH MOON, hoping to get a glimpse of THE MISSION or Anne Marie.  But there was no sign.  Nor was there to be, and as things progressed, the place slowly emptied of its Ultra-Goth/Greb set, to be replaced by awfully dressed ‘70s style House ‘funkers’ (who were holding a House party/disco) in flares and suchlike.  Awful clothes.  Awful.  So, Stan and I attended our first ACID HOUSE PARTY, which was great, but the fashions were gross.  If this is where House is going, then count me out, please!  I enjoyed the music, though J

 




 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘Escalator…’

Friday, 25 March 1988

Somewhere In The 20th Century...


12.05am.

 

I FEEL SHIT!!!

 

Later:

7.25pm.

 

‘Hopelessly Devoted To You’ – Olivia Newton-John



 

I am in the PAHPOL FROOM wi’t’ babby.  Aye.  I’m wi’t’ bairn.  Our CHIP!  In’t he HACE?  He sits on my bed loads ‘n’ lots ‘n’ listens to all me FRECCORDS!  Cool lady!

 

Books I’m reading at the moment are:

2001: A Space Odyssey by Arthur C Clarke (still!)…


...my Starburst Annual (from years ago, but it’s got some good ‘old movie’ stuff in it, eg. Flash Gordon, Phantom Empire, King Of The Rocket Men, etc.)…



...Dan Dare: The Man From Nowhere


...and Blake’s 7: Scorpio Attack by Trevor Hoyle.


 

BUT I NEED SOME GOOD EPISODE GUIDE + CULT TV BOOKS.

 

‘Sandy’ – John Travolta



 

TV AT THE MOMENT: CRAP!  BUT…  The Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes films are still on, and tonite’s was good.  Also, they’re showing King Of The Rocket Men again and Lost In Space (which I like, even though it’s a bit dodgy!).

 

Later:

8.49pm.

 

Dear Flash,

 

SOMEWHERE IN THE 20TH CENTURY…

 

TIME TO GET A GOOD CITIZEN DERRICK TAPE DONE!  AND TO FINALLY MIX ALL THIS FINAL BTC STUFF!

 

STAN’S BORING SOMETIMES, TOO!  THE BAND’S CHANGED!

 

OH.  I DREAMT ABOUT ME JOINING NEW COLLEGE.  ‘T’WERE ACE!

 

GREASE WAS HACE!  I’M NOW THE FOUNING MEMBER OF THE

OFFICIAL HANNAH MUNDAY FAN CLUB!

SHE FASCINATES ME + YOU’RE SKILL.

WRITE TO ME SOON, OR I’LL…

 

‘Ada Ince in the grip of a parrot faced robot!’

 

BANANARAMA!  Sarah!  Sarah!  Sarah!  Sarah!  Sarah!

 

‘IS THAT JEZ?  WHAT A POSEUR!’  Mrs BELL 87

 

FAREWELL.

 

I LEAVE YOU FOREVER.

 

All my love

THE RAIGHT

KRAP

Jezebel

persona (!)

XXXXX

 

Later:

REFRESHED 

 

Dearest Darling

FLASH

 

Hi, Winterfood HERE!

 

ME: seriously ‘up’ hair; Raybans; tree of life necklace; bikers jacket; 2-tone raincoat; brown belt; black gloves; ‘Hieronymous’ ring; tassel belt; tight, ripped black jeans; ankle straps, skull buckle boots; bootchain.

 

MY INTERESTS:  The Munsters; Darth Vader; The Mission; Dan Dare; Gerry Anderson; Ghost Dance; John Hurt; The Addams Family; Jimi Hendrix; Peter Cushing; The New Avengers; The Neph; The Outer Limits; the Dalek films; Rose Of Avalanche; Universal horror movies; The Avengers; Cabaret Voltaire; me; The Prisoner; The Sisters; Harrison Ford; Marilyn Monroe; Led Zep; Doctor Who; Lost In Space; Into A Circle; sex; The Twilight Zone; rock ‘n’ roll; Batman; The Lorries; Planet Of The Apes; Hammer Horror; drugs; gigs; sci-fi; Bananarama; Sherlock Holmes; Jonathan Pryce; Salvation; etc.

 

I THINK U R ACE!  WRITE TO ME!

 

TELL HANNAH I LOVE HER! 

 

SEE YOU IN LATE APRIL (I’LL STAY AT ME GRAN’S)

 

WRITE ON ME!

 

RISE AND CHALLENGE THE STARS,

Winterfood

XXXX

XXX

XX

X

 

‘all fall down…’

 

 

Later:

11.59pm.

 

‘It’s Raining On Prom Night’ – Cindy Bullens



 

GAY!  Tonite I cut my tongue open by licking a foil yoghurt lid. 

 

TWATTER!!!

 

Sugarblood and Mortal Death are now: “RING OF ROSES”

 

RiNG OF ROSES

 

MUSIC: Into A Circle, Heart, Ron Grainer, The Sisters Of Mercy, King Crimson, Cindy Bullens, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Mission, Fields Of The Nephilim, Led Zeppelin.

 




 

[Images subject to control of individual Copyright Holders including works originated by Elton Townend Jones, but excluding any images or design attributed to ‘The Situation’ which are copyright of The Situation (see specific acknowledgements in the ‘Thanks to…’section below) / ‘Berwin Groomstool’ is an iteration of the Situation character‘William Whicker’ and falls under joint copyright of Elton Townend Jones and Waen Shepherd / Based on true events and designed as a study of parochial British cultural and emotional life in the late 20th century, this blog is a work of fiction – cultural icons excluded, all characters and incidents featured are entirely fictional / This blog is non-profit; all video clips are used for illustrative purposes and always come from YouTube / No copyright infringement is intended – just trying to get things into context. Never forget: no man is an island. If you think anything I’ve used is damaging you in any way, please comment and immediate action will be taken to minimise offence / This notice was amended on 1 July 2012 and is intended to cover this and all posts on www.25yearstoolate.blogspot.com that precede it]

 

Next time: ‘City Three…’