Things are happening fast! The Saturday Girls is selling fantastically well – thank you to everyone who’s bought it – and the audio version is out in January 2019. My interview with Robert Elms was great! You can listen to it here. My piece starts about 40 minutes in, after a track by the Small Faces.
And other things are happening. Some websites have asked me to write for them, about The Saturday Girls and my writing habits, and the first piece to appear has been published in Female First, an online magazine that covers all kinds of things – music, fashion, food and books. My article gives my top tips on how to be a mod girl, so that anyone can do it. Unfortunately Ready Steady Go! – unmissable viewing on Friday nights – is no longer airing on TV, but the magic of social media allows everyone to watch old episodes on YouTube.
So get yourself a dose of RSG!, grab your best friend and stroll round your local town centre. You’re half way there! Find all the tips here.
And as ever, there’s just one song you need to get you into the mod mood, and that’s Green Onions by Booker T and the MGs. Imagine yourself, on a Saturday night, walking into the Corn Exchange with that best friend of yours, in all your mod finery, looking forward to seeing Georgie Fame or the Who or Wilson Pickett, as well as all the other cool mods from town. That’s it. You’re there.
I don’t have a lot to say about this track by the Rolling Stones. I don’t have a lot to say about anything at the moment because of the demands of caring for Aged Parent. It was written by Keith Richard and Mick Jagger, and was released originally on the album 12 x 5 on the London label. But occasionally, I think, did I grow up all wrong? What would have happened if I’d made other choices, bought other shoes, gone out with different people? Should I have had a Saturday job in Boots rather than the Milk Bar, should I have been a rocker, had my ears pierced?
When Grown up (all) Wrong came out in 1964, most of us just thought, rather like the more successful My Generation by the Who, that it was our song. We had grown up all wrong – at least according to Sandra’s dad – and we were proud of it. It’s not the deepest track in the world in terms of lyrics, it could have been more descriptive, with more examples of the exact wrongness of the growing up, but sitting in a dimly lit, cellar coffee bar, nursing a cooling cup of frothy coffee, waiting for the next interesting person to come in and talk about falling off their Lambretta LI, it was good enough.
People tell stories about the Saracen’s Head. Ghost stories, why else is it called the Ghost Bar? Stories of famous visitors – the Who sat there once, apparently, drinking beer, looking like any ordinary mod in Chelmsford to hear a good group at the Corn Exchange. War work was carried out at the back of the building. And last week – the Chelmsford launch of A Sense of Occasion. As has already been reported, Chelmsford was aquiver with excitement. And why not?
The music was good – who could argue with Chris Montez, the Crystals, Bob and Earl and of course, Smokey Robinson? The atmosphere was great – candles, pictures of Jim Morrison, Amy Winehouse, Madonna, comfy chairs, white tablecloths, Twiglets. The awaiting welcome glasses of Prosecco had strawberries in.
It was a great evening, filled with people from far and near but who all had some connection with Chelmsford – including Christine, my oldest friend, who lived across the road.
There was a prize draw with fabulous prizes – mugs and pens with the book cover on them (plus a bottle of bubbles for the youngest guest (5) who came with her mum and dad). It has to be said that there was a poor showing in the best mod outfit category (in fact I should have won – I had arrived in a parka and had a mod-ish dress from Sainsbury’s – my couturier of choice)
but I had a pen left so gave it to the sisters to share (you can do that with pens).
One of the best moments for me was the response when I said ‘Let’s hear it for the Woodhall Estate’ and the room was filled with a loud cheer from all the people who had lived on our estate. A very good evening. And I sold a load of books.
Thanks to all at the Saracen’s Head, particularly Sharnelle and Jordan, to Gill, Chris and Caroline – and again Christine.
Next stop London.