Waited four hours for Nick and five hours for JT to go in at Westside. And altogether 8-9 hours for them. They came out at 8.50ish.
I took a picture of Das and Nick and got Nick’s autograph. He got carried away with the kisses! I got FIVE!!!
JT had the same shirt on as Nick did at EMI a few weeks ago (black and white flowery thing) but he wore it open necked and the arms down over his hands. His hairy chest is a right turn off! It’s light brown and YUCKY!!
Nick was really sweet and he was wearing a black and mauve shirt. It was a really nice day today. Everyone got a tan – APART FROM ME!!!
Oh yeah. Simon wasn’t there coz he went on a boat race in Ireland on DRUM.
NOTES ABOUT THIS ENTRY
I can’t stop myself from laughing and cringing at this entry. The chest hair reference! Each time I read it I shudder. I think this must have been the first time that I had realised that John was a ‘man’ and had a hairy chest. I obviously wasn’t very impressed with what he had! I was a very young 15 year old I must admit.
I didn’t go and see Duran because I wanted to be a groupie. I wanted to see them because I loved their music and talent. And of course their looks. But at 15 I didn’t ‘fancy’ them in a sexual way. I didn’t want to sleep with them. At all! It never crossed my mind. I am sure that there were others around at this time who thought they could get lucky with a member of Duran. I wanted to have my photograph taken with them. Get their autograph. Maybe engage them in some conversation. The most I wanted out of Duran was a nice photo and the hope that one day they might know my name. (After 25 years even THAT hasn’t really happened!)
I had no agenda other than to meet them as many times as I could. I would say that this was an ego boost – for me! I used to go to school the next day and say ‘John Taylor wore a t-shirt I bought him yesterday’ or ‘Nick Rhodes said he liked my shoes’ or ‘Simon Le Bon shook my hand when I got on his boat’ something banal and silly like that. I was doing something a lot of my school friends weren’t. It meant I stood out from the crowd. Most of the people I went to school with had no interest in going to see the bands they liked. They were content enough to just listen to them on the radio. Most of my contemporaries probably thought I was a ‘saddo’. Even so, it made me feel good, having an outside interest that not many other people did. It gave me an edge. I liked being different. Going to see Duran certainly was different! I met so many people from all over the world. Ate out in restaurants I would never I have dined in before. Travelled to places all over the country that I never would have if I stayed in Hackney and hung out in the park! Going to see Duran meant I was always going on an adventure!
(And my desciption of John’s chest hair says it all really. ‘YUCKY’!)