a nutcase whom lived in wrong decade . obsessed with an island called Madagascar , having a persian cat , able to drawing everything , being controlled by her own heavy-suggestion , seems innocent and brutal and also born with super-careless-attitude :) i always follow back , anyway <3
John would be friendly to us - but at the same time you could tell that he was always a bit on edge because I looked a bit too young, and so did Paul. I must have been only fifteen then.
I remember the first time I gained some respect from John was when I fancied a chick in art college. She was cute in a Brigitte Bardot sense, blonde, with little pigtails. I was playing in Les Stewart’s band. (I was in two bands at the same time - there weren’t many gigs, one in every blue moon. He lived on Queen’s Drive by Muirhead Avenue, so I was hanging out with him as well and learning music in the hope if making a couple of quid.) Anyway, Les had a party at his house and the Brigitte Bardot girl was there, and I pulled her and snogged her. Somehow John found out, and after that he was a bit more impressed with me.