Chapter 11 this week and all is not going quite so sunnily at No.1 magazine. There’s a brace of disastrous Michael Hutchence encounters, one in Paris, my most accident-prone city, the other following on from the infamous 1989 Mick Fleetwood/Sam Fox hosted BRITS, where an innocent invite by freshly employed Paul Bursche to Phonogram’s artist laden after-party went almost as spectacularly awry as Fleetwood and Fox’s earlier efforts.
A two month lay-off with pneumonia, after a particularly fulsome Bournemouth Easter Bank Holiday with the Shillelagh Sisters, and a thumping by deceased gargantuan DJ Steve 'You Wot' Walsh’s hired muscle also smarted. But worst of all is a photo love dinner date with Madonna of which there are no photos just a lasting stain on my soul.
Still at least I did end up on the cover of Spandau’s Parade album, along with Jacqui Quaife, Chris Sullivan and others. Those who own it may just about be able to pick out my left ear with a magnifying glass.
Here’s a couple of photos from that day by Steve Rapport.
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