Nine years after the sixties ended, I was born in the north of England. At the age of six years old, my friends had aspirations of being nurses, vets and air stewardesses (a couple of them were bizarre enough to want to be a horse and a boy, but for their sakes we won't go into that) but I wanted to be an Egyptologist or Queen Elizabeth I. My father persuaded me that if I went to work in Egypt I'd get bitten by huge nasty insects and then die of some dreadful curse... but I still want to be Good Queen Bess.

from an early age I learnt to co-ordinate my clothes, unfortunately I sometimes co-ordinated them with either the furniture or my dolls. my poor father being forced into taking part in a teddybears picnic.  Thankfully he didn't get forced to wear a frilly dress like the poor teddys. with my Irish uncle Jack, the only one who could always make me giggle.  He and my Uncle Herbert were fabulous.  Thanks to them I was a regular in all the pubs and working mens clubs in town before I was out of my pram.

The King of my world as he is today.

SOOTY GOBOLINO, aka Supercat

The main thing you need to understand about me is that I obssess over things.
When I was five I obsessed over books, especially one about a witches cat
called Gobolino. I went to visit a friend who's barn cat had just had kittens and
one of the kittens bravely marched up to me and attatched itself to me... after
frequent visits during which I also became attatched to the cat, my mother said
I could bring him home... but she wasn't letting me call him Gobolino cos there
was no way she was calling that name outside the front door at tea time. So he
was named "Sooty Gobolino". He is supercat, he will live forever, and he is
currently nearing his nineteenth birthday. The cat obsession stuck, and spread
via Cefa Cat (say it aloud), Jet, Lucky, Macavity, Cilla (she's black), Starr (he
used to be called Ringo but that caused panic when people said "Ringo's on the
telly" and I'd run to get a video tape... the vets have him listed as Ringo Starr),
Jazzpurr, Loony (formerly Lenny, but he has a Keith Moon disorder) and Fred.

This photo used to go everywhere with me.  Mum thought it was so I could remember my dad when we were away on holiday, but really I was missing the cat.  Sorry dad! Best friends forever.  We're still a mutual appreciation society of two.  He wonders why he was given legs when there's me to carry him around, I wonder why cat beds were invented when he has me to sit on all day. He's been dressed as everything from Puss In Boots to a Princess.  This baby bonnet was his disguise when I used to push him round in my pram, and scare little old ladies who used to peer in to look at my dolls... only to find a great big furry cat in a bonnet! The bestest furball on the planet.

I refuse completely to live anytime except the nineteen sixties, but fortunately I have a few friends who have chosen to live in the past with me. Click HERE for the 1960s gallery.

Another defining moment in my life was when I docovered musicians... my mother brought me up on a steady diet of Neil Diamond and Des O'Connor records so I wouldn't really say that counts. One day however I saw this amazing guy on TV called Ringo Starr and lost the plot. He was a drummer and I tend to like drummers best of all, but there's a few guitarists and singers and bassists I'm stuck on too. I don't have fave musicians, I collect musicians I have that many I like!

Keith O'Neill.  He's lovely.  What more can I say?!  Oh yeah, he's a killer drummer of the Moon variety, has a lovely bubbly yet shy personality, and can do a mean impression of Pavaroti and Shaggy.  I could eat him on toast for breakfast every day. Mr. Townshend.  *sigh*  A very wonderful man who makes me giddier than anyone else ever will.  The supreme guitar trasher, the genius song writer, the king of rocking with an acoustic guitar... and His Supreme Highness of looking damn fine in tight white trousers. Oh my.  A very unhealthy obsession.  Starkey drummers.  Two generations of.  This particular version of 'Starkey Drummer' - ZAK - is the sweetestest and the most acomplished out of the three available... and he looks lovely with a beard.

me and my tour-sister and fellow drumming groupie DW mobbing the delightful Mr. Zak Starkey after a particularly impressive gig of his in Liverpool. me and Animal at a rather dark gig... my fave muppet (well he *is* the drummer).  I have lots of Animal toys... this particular one is called Keith and goes to see The Who with me

shock horror, modern clothing!  Well, as modern as I get! friends with Eleanor Rigby... Eleanor is a statue in Liverpool but there's so many of us in the pcture that we seem to have crowded Eleanor and lost her! I'm wearing a dress I made out of a Sgt Pepper t-shirt it's easy to catch me with a camera when I'm stuffing my face with cake

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