Back to my usual random rubbish today and a blog about “firsts” that was prompted by lying awake in bed at stupid o’clock this morning thinking about the first record I ever bought...
Actually, I’m not sure whether it was bought or given, so the first I somehow “acquired” was Back Home by the 1970 England World Cup Squad. The record reached no.1 in the UK single charts in May 1970, before being deposed by Yellow River by Christie. The B-side had nothing at all to do with football... it was a love song (of sorts) entitled Cinnamon Stick. And if you think there is something strange about a song named after something you find in a spice rack... what about Paprika Don’t Preach by Madonna?
Or Cumin Feel the Noize by Slade?
The Madonna one was better wasn’t it..?
And the first album I bought was News of the World by Queen... could have been a lot worse really.
As you may know, I have always enjoyed watching Doctor Who... the first story I can vividly remember called The Mind Robber, a Patrick Troughton five-parter from 1968. The memory is of the sound made by the creepy White Robots... well they were creepy when I was four.
The first band I ever went to see live in concert was Stiff Little Fingers at Newcastle City Hall way back when...
Incidentally, Elaine and I actually went to see them in Middlesbrough last year. Some of the songs might still relevant three decades on... but some things have clearly changed... waist measurements being one of the more noticeable.
Anyway, let's cut to the chase. If you’re wondering whether or not I’m going to reveal a personal “first”... well I’m prepared to go as far as my first kiss.
If you’re counting an innocent peck under the dining room table at prep school when I was eight, then the young lady in question was called Sarah Wombell. Oh... you’re not... okay; in that case she was called Bridget, who was in the year above me at senior school. It was actually quite a romantic moment that I didn’t see coming (there’s a theme...) but I can remember exactly where we kissed... sadly, only because of the commemorative plaque I left to mark the spot, which is there to this day...
Anyway, I think I’d best stop now. As always, feel free to make my day by leaving a comment... and enjoy your weekend.
All my own work... almost.