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Now I remember:)

Jeez, that first photo.....how far ahead of the game was he then. A proper individual influencer,. Thanks BrummieGeoff, thats a great memory. Oh, and The Escorts, I cant remember how I know the name:oops:

Another day on top, you cant beat it, Happy Daze Mike

Interesting life Eamon, especially knowing the Fewtrells, only one experience with Eddie, was in Barbarella's, he chose not to pay our band, after asking us to play:worried:. Oh, and thanks for your service.

Thats a nice well kept memorial, only fitting I'd say:heart:

Great photo's and memories John, thanks for digging them out. Salubrious, dressing rooms eh?:laughing:

You probably wouldn't remember the spotlight operator in the lower gallery, then, Twas me:) He only ever wanted a white following spotlight. Imagine having the responsibility of following your hero, when you're only 17/18, I was proper scared

A bit late to this, sorry Warren. Sorry for your loss , Dads are special to sons, they mould us, and in turn, we admire them, and love them. I've no doubt he's proud of his son, and would want you to be happy. It'll take time I know, but you'll get there, for his sake as well as yours. Chin up...

Amazing well written piece Eamon, what a life you've had, still have

I met Tony Iommi once, nice bloke, but strange to see those finger tips in real life

I inherited the family one, back in the 70s, I couldnt play it, but I always played it. Got woke up one night to someone playing it...........its was the blinkin cat:)

Love that photo

I'm 73, and have recently bought a cheapish wood turning lathe. When the chisels are sharp, I can turn out, all sorts of strangely shaped rubbish, that serve no purpose at all, except to keep me busy and out of Pam's way:joy: Every home should have one:innocent:

We had one too:) he did have the presence of mind though, to steer me into the electrical business...........which horrified me:innocent: after what I'd witnessed

Lloyds the man, thanks mucka, for your helpful input;)

I remember when we went upmarket, and got an electric iron. It got plugged into the light fitting. Dad just increased the size of the fuse wire, to accommodate the extra amps:rolleyes:....How did we survive our childhood?:joy:

I can only remember my school which was St Patricks, next to the church. I was born in 1952, in Northbrook St.....not much help really, sorry

Ah! my mate Eddie Fewtrell. I did some gas work for him, at his house. After talking to him, he offered our band to play at Barbarella's. But the git never paid us. He'd booked us, a country rock band, to play on a punk night. The spitting was prolific

Proper planting, except they're standing on the soil. Titmarsh would not allow that:laughing:

Someone, called Sheila, from Mumbai, phoned me, to tell me my last payment, was refused for Sky TV. I said, can you wait a minute please, as I'm in the toilet, and I've ran out of toilet paper. She hung up on me....how rude:D