Monthly Archives: December 1998

A Lone Entry In 1998 – Talking To Myself

December 1998

I know this may sound extremely sad dearest diary but I have,  since my last entry in 1995, seen Duran.

I got tickets and backstage passes for a gig at Wembley.

John left Duran. Such a waste. He has done a solo project ( I listened to his album, I thought it was utter drivel mostly about the break up with Amanda) and he is also with a group of muso’s calling themselves the Neurotic Outsiders or something.

It may seem sad to you (well to me because I am writing this to myself aren’t I?) that I still make an effort and write in this diary.

I have even seen Duran after this concert. We went to see Duran do the lottery show at the BBC.

But if the phone rang right now to tell me that John Taylor would be at the airport/studio/somewhere I’d get a baby sitter and be there in a fucking shot. Sad I know, but I miss him.

NOTES ABOUT THIS ENTRY

This is a very brief one off entry where I am obviously on a bit of downer! John had left Duran the year before. In my mind from that point on it wasn’t Duran any more. John was Duran Duran. When he left he killed a lot of my love for the band. I think that it did the same for a lot of Duran fans.

I didn’t even write about the Duran gig that I had been to see and to be honest I have no recollection of it either! Or of the Lottery show I went to see them on. I think I tried to keep the diary up for habits sake and the entry is very half hearted and miserable isn’t it?

I love the fact that I would drop everything (getting a baby sitter obviously!) and go and see John again. In my mind it just wasn’t worth going to see Duran any more unless John was there.

It shows as my next diary entry isn’t until 2004…………..

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