A classic shot taken by Anthony capturing a moody moment in front of a caravan next to Mike's Mum's house in Tregajorran beneath Carn Brea. Combat jackets (apart from my Belstaff), roll-ups and a pose that suggests we should have been in a Clash-like punk band. I can't remember the occasion but Mike's place at Tregajorran was a regular on the circuit, particularly if we'd had a jaunt up to Carn Brea and back. Happy days.
Mike Applebee and Jon Smith on the roof of their chalet. For most of us the staff chalets at Perran Sands Holiday Camp were the first homes we could call our own. We had one hell of a lot of fun that year, summer 1979.
Jon Smith had us in stitches (again) the other night at a very enjoyable 'Cornish Boy's' get-to-gether 'round at Anthony's last week. He proudly claimed that he was the only one of us who could continue with his work 'without electricity'. One can only assume that his home also runs without this new-fangled technology and they are using telephones powered purely by vegetable oil. It's fairly unlikely that we will be seeing any postings from Jon personally for the time being as he won't share his email address with anyone in case somebody steals his identity. Would anybody actually want to steal it I'd like to know? Rumour has it that he is in possession of an elastic band-powered email address but at present it's top secret.
What can I say? Probably for me, Bowie's finest album which has stayed with me through the years and even now I can go back to it and get a massive buzz from it. I was a late developer when it came to Bowie being only 10 or 11 when this came out. Something I never forgave Bowie for as I always felt two years behind. It was Andrew Sykes who pointed me in the right direction and lent me this album, allowing me to hear it for the first time. I distinctly remember waiting outside in the cold for the school to open it's doors one cold morning. I had a copy of Diamond Dogs under my arm and Andy asked what I thought of it and brought in Ziggy Stardust the next day. I don't think any of the parties we went to over the next few years would have been complete without sticking on 'Moonage Daydream' and 'freaking out' with our air guitars. This was the album that got me into playing guitar after hearing Mick Ronson's stunning guitar sound. I could rant on...
