Working in California was fantastic, everyone was really nice to me (oddly), and some of the jobs introduced me to very interesting people. Sherry and Jim owned a beautiful house in the area of Hillsboro that lay just to the west of El Camino Real, they were not in the “hills”, but their home was worth a few bob. They’d had a 2 storey extension built (using redwood) off the rear of the property, with a decking balcony off the master bedroom. The whole rear interior had been stripped and oak kitchen cabinets had been fitted. The wood was raw, so we had the job of lacquering it. Every day Sherry would be waiting with fresh coffee (before we even started painting) and muffins (a selection), all very civilised.
Around this time, my mate Rick contacted me from Norwich. He had a friend (female) who had been living in Florida and was now travelling across the states. Could I meet her and put her up for a couple of nights. Her name was Jackie; I was to meet her at the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) station in Daly City. I waited at the station, at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the platform. At the top appeared Jackie. To say she was stunning would be a serious understatement.
|Mark and Tammy on my bed - note shitty posters|
Tanned and healthy I was doing my damndest to look like George Michael by now and I wanted to see if my sister, mum and nieces Claire and Katie would recognise me at Heathrow.