The Saturday Girls – countdown

In four weeks time The Saturday Girls will be on the shelves.

I really enjoyed writing the book, much as I really enjoyed those days. How iconic they were, and still are. Everyone has a story to tell about the early Sixties. Yesterday I was in a local coffee shop talking to someone who is at least ten years younger than me. We talked about a whole range of things – starting with her excellent choice, in this hot heavy weather, of iced coffee. Somehow, as it always does, the conversation turned to the early Sixties – mods and rockers and Italian style and the French New Wave and scooters and suede coats. And she had memories of those days. I mentioned the Milk Bar – in Chelmsford that was Wainwrights, on the corner of London Road and Tindal Street. And she, who had grown up in the Midlands, suddenly remembered their local Milk Bar, and its reputation for being a wild and crazy place that your mum wouldn’t want you to go to. I said the word ‘scooters’ and she had a story about riding on the back of a Vespa, and holding on tight.

That’s the book really. What I’ve tried to do is take you back there – so you too can remember those days of Motown and Minis and Cathy McGowan and her Cleopatra hair style. Even if you weren’t there, as you follow the paths of Linda and Sandra, dancing to Georgie Fame at the Corn Exchange and drinking frothy coffee in the Orpheus, and as you meet Sylvie, the most exotic person on the Estate, who has actually been to Paris – you’ll remember.

And it’s so close now. Things are heating up! My editor tells me I shall soon have a copy of the book to hold in my hands. And then it will climb onto the shelves of the shops.  And then you’ll be able to read it. As the Temptations said, ‘Like a snowball rolling down the side of a snow covered hill, it’s growing.’

You can of course pre-order your copy here!

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Getting around

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I am often asked – what was it like in those days, to ride on a scooter, with the wind in your hair, swooping round corners?*

And I say – it was great, it was wild, it was cold.

Tell me more – they say.

And I answer -well, if you really want to know, get yourself up to Brent Cross and find the coffee bar of your dreams.  Slip onto the seat, order a Horlicks, and away you go.

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Is it a Vespa?  Is it a Lambretta?  Does it matter?

For the full effect you would probably need to take a hair dryer that blows cold as well as hot.  Train it gently on your hair and feel Free!

If you have a little music with you, I say, that would be good too.  The Beach Boys.  Sometimes you had to question their sartorial choices, but they had one of the sounds of the 60s.  They got around.

Who knew that Brent Cross could be so … mod?  It is of course, Christmas.

Brent Cross Xmas 2014

*In fact, I have never been asked this, but for the purposes of this post, I am prepared to step inside the minds of those who can only stand, silent.  This, I know, is what they want to know.