Duran Duran, by me, for The Quietus
evilC wrote:
Hah, yeah, I do mention that one quite often, don't I. One more time won't hurt.
School trip to London to see Julius Caesar at the Barbican. We were let loose around the West End for a few hours in the afternoon. I wandered into the Virgin Megastore and bumped into Martin Fry out of ABC, chatted with him, shook his hand.
This was at the height of my Lexicon Of Love obsession, and the idea that you could walk around London and run into your pop heroes had a profound effect. Even though London was actually fourth on my UCCA form, I fucked off Manchester and Southampton and accepted UCL's offer instead.
(My first choice, Oxford Balliol, fucked me off... but that's another story.)
evilC wrote:
Oh, and SR - remind us all: What was it that made you originally want to move to London, as a kid, again? ;->
School trip to London to see Julius Caesar at the Barbican. We were let loose around the West End for a few hours in the afternoon. I wandered into the Virgin Megastore and bumped into Martin Fry out of ABC, chatted with him, shook his hand.
This was at the height of my Lexicon Of Love obsession, and the idea that you could walk around London and run into your pop heroes had a profound effect. Even though London was actually fourth on my UCCA form, I fucked off Manchester and Southampton and accepted UCL's offer instead.
(My first choice, Oxford Balliol, fucked me off... but that's another story.)
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