Soap The Stamps, Jump The Tube

By Gail Thibert

Nineteen years old with freshly dyed blue hair, punk rocker Gail places an advert in a music paper for ‘likeminded friends and weirdos’. Soap the Stamps, Jump the Tube follows her autobiographical journey through the 80s underground music and squatting scene in London

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Publication date: May 2018

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It’s 1983. Convent-educated teenager Gail dyes her hair blue and escapes suburban boredom in Surrey to live a more exciting life among the colourful punks and squatters of London.

Leaving behind the twitching net curtains and disapproving looks of beige Morden (A.K.A. Bore-don), Gail places a music paper advert to seek out likeminded ‘friends and weirdos,’ and so her adventure begins.

Along the way, Gail meets the good, the bad and the just plain crazy while riding the crest of the anarcho and post-punk wave of music which defined the early 80s underground.

Invited to join punk band the Lost Cherrees as keyboard player, Gail points out that she can’t play any instruments. When the band laugh and reassure her that they can’t play either, she takes the plunge. For two years, the band tours dive venues and releases cult records, and Gail combines the lifestyle of a punk musician with holding down jobs ranging from Camden Market stallholder, to sandwich making and cycle couriering.

Living in squats around the capital, Gail mixes with drug dealers and drunken casualties, at times living life dangerously close to the edge. Encounters with various lunatic personalities leave her nerves frazzled, and a horrific rape at a party leaves her scarred for life, yet she deals with it by campaigning for justice for rape victims.

As Thatcher’s 80s march on, boyfriends and marriage proposals come and go. Mike introduces Gail to motorbikes and before long she is zooming around on an old GT500 which she acquires through ‘cosmic ordering.’

She meets Bill the witch and learns the art of psychic protection and how to read tarot cards, which she finds she has a natural skill for. A new career as a psychic beckons, but although older and wiser, Gail finds she still has a knack for encountering the freaky and surreal.

Soap the Stamps is a true and sometimes harrowing story about a girl finding her way in a London that no longer exists.

Remembered with a sense of humour, Gail’s storytelling has an authenticity that that only an autobiography can provide and a memory for detail that will have you smiling and laughing.

Including snippets from Gail’s diaries you will recognize many musicians and personalities from the underground scene from that period and letters and fan mail that she lovingly kept all these years.

(And the title? A reference to ‘sticking it to authority’ and saving money by travelling on the London Underground without a ticket, and rubbing soap over stamps so the postmark can be removed and the stamps reused. Both popular punk pastimes!)

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    Gail Thibert

    Gail Thibert grew up in Morden and attended a stuffy convent school in Wimbledon, where she was expected to be a ‘good catholic girl.’ But then punk happened. Aged 15, she rebelled by dyeing her hair bright blue and started to design and make her own clothes, teaching herself to sew along the way.

    She held down a variety of menial jobs but found she excelled at reading Tarot cards. Gail is now known as one of the UK’s top psychics and has had made many appearances in magazines and on TV, notably giving readings to the cast of TOWIE and on a Sky cable TV show.

    Gail is still in love with punk music and playing in bands and currently sings with Sarah Pink’s Gravediggers and Flowers in the Dustbin.

    She currently lives near Epping Forest with her 16 year-old son who was born deaf and with learning delays.

    She still works as a clairvoyant medium and still likes to sew when she has the time. She hopes to get another motorbike someday and is looking forward to revisiting Paros in Greece – the island she fell in love with and visited many times.

  • Having worked at the sandwich bar for a couple of years, and feeling like I really knew and understood the art of the sandwich, I decided it was time to find myself a full-time job that didn’t involve slicing things. To start with, I worked briefly as a bike courier. My calf muscles were already like those of a rugby player having cycled from Morden to Blackfriars – a round trip of thirty miles – every day to the sandwich bar. I rapidly learned the names of the main London streets and areas, after being trapped in a sandwich bar for two years, I enjoyed the job. I was outside all day with the wind in my vivid purple hair. And all the poisonous chemicals in my lungs. The cycling was getting me super-fit meanwhile the pollution felt like it was killing me. I may as well have smoked 40 B&H a day.

    The stripy tights I wore beneath my knee-length leggings earned me the affectionate nickname of Pippi Longstocking with the controllers in the dispatch room, although it’s a nickname that only lasted six weeks as my courier days came to a grinding halt one day when I collided with a car turning left in to Wilmington Square off Roseberry Ave in Islington. Little did I know then that I would be living there, less than a year later. I decided to look for a safer occupation instead.

    Scouring the newspapers looking for something that would involve less potential death but no sandwiches I noticed an advertisement for a toy tester in Wembley. I had visions of myself playing with teddy bears and Star Wars figures, so I naturally applied and was offered the job.

    On my first day I was taken to the toxicity-testing department, and placed in a laboratory where I was issued with a white lab coat and some plastic safety specs. It was like being in Joe 90 but without the strings and jittering limbs. My job was to scrape the paint off toys such as die-cast metal cars or teddy bears’ eyes with a sharp scalpel blade (this is probably against the law now, but at the time teddies still had no rights). I then had to sift the paint scrapings into a small metal sieve then weigh the resulting powder into a test tube ready for the chemists to test with artificial stomach and saliva solutions, to gauge their levels of heavy metals that could be ingested, such as barium, arsenic and mercury. We were imaginatively known as ‘scrapers’ and seemed to be at the very bottom in the jobs hierarchy. The sieve was cleaned with neat acetone in between each paint sifting, so once again I was working with harmful solvents. If any toys failed the tests they would go for retests. Which can be very stressful for a teddy bear, especially the younger ones. The company was part of trading standards and they issued certificates authorising the use of the CE mark and other international safety standard stuff.

    One perk of the job was that we could take the tested toys home if they weren’t too mutilated. Sometimes it was just kinder to put them to sleep. I would often arrive home with a disabled teddy who had lost the use of an eye or in more extreme cases, had had an eye completely removed (without anaesthetic). I would give many toys and teddies to Bill the witch’s little nieces who thought I was clearly the best adult in the world as I was an endless source of expensive but physically impaired toys.

    My friends soon found out what I was doing for a living and threatened to report me to the teddy bear liberation front for the practice of soft toy vivisection. I couldn’t blame them. I was maiming teddies for money and what’s more, I enjoyed it.

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  • Gail Thibert has written 6 private updates. You can pledge to get access to them all.

    20th May 2018 The final countdown!

    The book will be in solid form in THREE DAYS TIME!!!!

    I can hardly believe it myself. here's a snippet from the 1988 diaries...



    23 November 1988

    My motorbike is refusing to start again!

    Cindy and I went for a job interview in a restaurant in Mayfair. She said it was a glorified waitress job. The restaurant was well known for its poshness so we smartened ourselves up a bit, although Cindy…

    30th January 2018 Snippet!

    It's been a while... here's a snippet for all you petrol heads...

    My own hair was shoulder length by this point, and I had dyed it purple while I was in Dalston, but I’d become fed up with the purple dye coming off on everything, including my motorbike helmet, pillows, hairbrushes, boyfriends, wallpaper, my own face, passers-by and neighbours. I wore chunky silver rings on every finger but soon…

    4th January 2018 You tube video- more soap the stamps

    Wishing you a happy new year! the book is in final edits with the copy editor. In the meantime...

    Here's a you tube video of what the book is about- enjoy!

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftNaO7nzuls

    30th November 2017 A snippet to keep you going

    Hi there! 

    It's been a while since I posted an update or a snippet, so here we go! Looks like the book won'tv be published until 2018. I'll keep you updated as soon as I know, but the good news is that all the final edits have been done and extra diary extracts have been added from 1988 and some black and white photos are going in too. (colour is too expensive)

    So please enjoy the snipet from…

    15th October 2017 snipet time

    Hi everyone,

    I'm just reading through the manuscript before sendiing it for final edits prior to publication. Michael Muldoon helped me edit and rephrase it where needed and it's all reading very very well.

     

    Here's a snippet from my days in the Lost Cherrees...

    Whilst I identified strongly with the animal rights beliefs, I felt like some punk musicians were trying to score ‘punk points…

    11th October 2017 Almost there! and another snippet...

    Hi, big thanks again to all my pledgers, old and new! We are up to 96% and just need a few more to get this book up to 100% and published.

    Here's another snippet to whet your appetite, from when I lived in a squat in Hackney - the Nightingale estate (the nightmare estate!)

     

    A lot of people would pop in to visit Mal at the squat. We were all taking speed in those days and Mal had taken to…

    9th October 2017 95% reached!

    Today we hit 95% of funding. Just 5% left to go! Less than £200 still to raise!

    In celebration of that, here is another snippet from when I was in a band called The Lost Cherrees and we played a gig with New Model Army...

    My favourite ever gig was also on home turf in New Malden. We’d hired a hall and booked our mates The Screaming Bongos to play along with an up-and-coming band called New Model…

    8th October 2017 Almost there! 93% funded!

    Yay! almost there- 93% funded, just another £250 to raise.

     

    Here's another snippet from the book to keep you amused. I was aged 30 / 31 by then...

    I spoke to Val about the orbs and she revealed that she had seen them too. The building we worked in was very old and full of all sorts of energies and she told me she had also seen leprechaun-like creatures dancing on the roulette wheel. I found…

    20th September 2017 Truly Humbled!

    Just 13 days to go until my time limit to reach 100% funding is reached, and I am already at 76% funded with 153 supporters! 

    I am confident I will reach target in time, but if you know anyone who might want to pledge and help and buy a copy too, please let them know. I have been told I can extend the time if needed, but to be honest, I just want the book to get out there and be read!

    So a BIG…

    14th September 2017 A little snippet for you- joining bands

    68% Funded- that deserves a snippet. Here's one from my chapter about joining my first ever band. I was just 19.

     

     

    Since placing the advert in Sounds (I told you, this advert seriously changed the course of my life) I had been writing to a bloke called Dave Hughes who lived in a place called Silvertown in East London. Silvertown was famous for the Tate and Lyle sugar factory. The whole…

    26th July 2017 44% funding achieved! woo hoo!

    Thanks again to everyone who is supporting me in this project. Its great to see names I know popping up in my supporters, but even more exciting to see names I don't know, which means that word is getting out about the book!

    I'll be flyering  about the book at Rebellion festival in Blackpool next week, so if you see me, don't be scared to stop me and say hi (buy me a drink.. a meal... new clothes…

    16th July 2017 35% funding- Thanks so much!!!!

    Wow! I just had a peep at the targets and the book is already up to 35% of it's funding- that is OVER the third of the way! So thrilled at everyone who has managed to make a pledge so far.. I'm going to reward you with another snippet.....

     

    COMBAT 84

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    6th JANUARY 1983

    Flick and I intended to see The Exploited tonight but when we got to Klub Foot the gig had been cancelled so we…

    5th July 2017 Welcome on board!

    Hello everyone and a huge welcome and Thank You for supporting me. A massive thank you goes to Sharon Brown who was my first friend to make a pledge and help me get started. In fact it was Sharon who found Unbound for me and thought it might be the right place for me.

    Today the page went live at 10am. I'm writing this at almost midnight and I already have 11% funding and 20 backers. Not bad for…

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