This sounds great, Toby. Looking forward to another’s version of 1990. I was living in a squat in Palmers Green gestating what would become the eldest of four children (I wasn’t planning any) and waiting many many many more years to begin my first novel.
Wonderful! I like this a lot Toby. Great points about 1990 and what we miss - when young we are so greatly affected by close up things. I was at film school then and working at least 2 nights a week at the fridge, so immersed in my immediate bubbles that I didn't fully register the external world beyond music, movies, fashions, Brixton or Soho! My Brixton born & bred, second-gen Jamaicain musician, broad-thinking friend, Wolfie, came back from Berlin all excited as he'd experienced the fall of the wall & even had a brick! I was so disengaged I didn't register quite how cool that was or would become at all. I was though, very affected by the Gulf war. As it was more in my direct bubble, at the Fridge, I was at work, a captive audience behind the box office when the head of our security guards switched all the tv screens (about 12) to the overland mapping of the carpet bomb first invasion into Iraq. He was saying to me ( and he was much like a baptist style preacher, as i think his father had been) that this was the rise up against the white devil, that Gadafi and all would be behind this war, that it was WW3. I went home & sobbed my heart out, the words carpet bomb were new to me, I couldn't believe such horror was occurring. The next day I arrived at our film school building ( PCL as it was then, now Univ Westminster & moved out to Harrow). Then it was on Riding House St. It was all locked up with a notice, closed due to a bomb scare. This set me off all over again so i was in pieces when I found all my cohorts celebrating in the Yorkshire Gray, quite amused by my tear-stained face, handing me a vodka, not having witnessed the invasion in the same way as I had, they were all sinking drinks, glad the bomb scare gave us reason not to go to lectures!
This sounds great, Toby. Looking forward to another’s version of 1990. I was living in a squat in Palmers Green gestating what would become the eldest of four children (I wasn’t planning any) and waiting many many many more years to begin my first novel.
Wonderful! I like this a lot Toby. Great points about 1990 and what we miss - when young we are so greatly affected by close up things. I was at film school then and working at least 2 nights a week at the fridge, so immersed in my immediate bubbles that I didn't fully register the external world beyond music, movies, fashions, Brixton or Soho! My Brixton born & bred, second-gen Jamaicain musician, broad-thinking friend, Wolfie, came back from Berlin all excited as he'd experienced the fall of the wall & even had a brick! I was so disengaged I didn't register quite how cool that was or would become at all. I was though, very affected by the Gulf war. As it was more in my direct bubble, at the Fridge, I was at work, a captive audience behind the box office when the head of our security guards switched all the tv screens (about 12) to the overland mapping of the carpet bomb first invasion into Iraq. He was saying to me ( and he was much like a baptist style preacher, as i think his father had been) that this was the rise up against the white devil, that Gadafi and all would be behind this war, that it was WW3. I went home & sobbed my heart out, the words carpet bomb were new to me, I couldn't believe such horror was occurring. The next day I arrived at our film school building ( PCL as it was then, now Univ Westminster & moved out to Harrow). Then it was on Riding House St. It was all locked up with a notice, closed due to a bomb scare. This set me off all over again so i was in pieces when I found all my cohorts celebrating in the Yorkshire Gray, quite amused by my tear-stained face, handing me a vodka, not having witnessed the invasion in the same way as I had, they were all sinking drinks, glad the bomb scare gave us reason not to go to lectures!