When I was 15 I worked as a general lacky, roadie / rigger type for a promotions company in Norfolk who put on those big arse gigs at country parks and showgrounds. Among the prestigious names I lugged stuff for was Mr Stardust. I guess we're talking early 90s so the audience was mostly giddy 50 year olds from Lowestoft and South Lopham. He was every bit the dude though. Proper hollywood style arrival and departure in a fuck off car. Seemed a bit weird really. Nice bloke but not a patch on Mungo Jerry. Now there was a gent!
All the glam!
RIP sideburned one. (raises one leather gloved fist).
When I was 15 I worked as a general lacky, roadie / rigger type for a promotions company in Norfolk who put on those big arse gigs at country parks and showgrounds. Among the prestigious names I lugged stuff for was Mr Stardust. I guess we're talking early 90s so the audience was mostly giddy 50 year olds from Lowestoft and South Lopham. He was every bit the dude though. Proper hollywood style arrival and departure in a fuck off car. Seemed a bit weird really. Nice bloke but not a patch on Mungo Jerry. Now there was a gent!
All the glam!
RIP sideburned one. (raises one leather gloved fist).