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
Sunday, 20 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 still had her four nose rings in and I just had my one.
The restaurant looked cosy and friendly and the girl on reception seemed nice. She took us downstairs to fill in some application forms, then we had to go back upstairs and wait on some expensive leather chairs for an interview. We waited ages and eventually an old man came up and asked us if we were waiting to be interviewed, and what as. He disappeared back downstairs and came back with our application forms and said, ‘Sorry.’
I didn’t know what he meant so I said, ‘Oh, I’m Gail Thibert and this is Cindy Jones,’ and he replied ‘No! I mean you can’t have the jobs! I can’t take you as this is a high class restaurant!’ Bloody cheek! Who the hell did he think he was? He told Cindy that her hair and nose rings weren't suitable, so we both just walked out without another word to the offensive old man. He could have bloody told us we didn’t look the part before we filled out four fucking pages of fucking application form.
On the way home, we popped into Tower Records and the Limelight and picked up application forms for jobs there. We had to get buses home as the tube was on fire at Oxford Street and the station had been evacuated. Took two bloody hours to get home. Not a great day.
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