|Pull that gut in Fat Boy!|
As it was still early, we went for coffee and a catch up before piling into my sister’s car and driving home to Norwich. The journey home was filled with my stories and theirs. They told me the latest news of my brother Richard and his wife Tracey in London, Brother Mark and sister in law Monica, their sons Ben and Jason and daughter Michelle. Julian and his girlfriend Toni, who had just had a baby boy Lewis, were now going to get married. I was home for three weeks and was due to take Mum back to California with me.
Once home (mums house) and after a sleep, I was off to the Wensum Community Centre to catch up with the lads there. One commented on my tan thus “Look at the fucking colour of him!” I did not tell them it had been developed by spending some serious time on the sun bed, rather, I said that it was due to the unending sunny days in the Bay Area, in fact, the days can be overcast and cloudy/foggy more often than not.
I planned to hold a party at the community centre for my 24th birthday and booked Saturday the 18th June. A buffet would be pulled together by family and friends and I was looking for some live music, a disco and as I had by now been perfecting my “George” shtick, would need a tape deck and microphone as I had discovered that I could actually sing. Mark and I had been to a couple of Karaoke bars and I always got up and did a George Michael number. I had bought the Father Figure CD single as it had an instrumental version on it. I also had an instrumental of Faith and Kissing a Fool, all from the Faith album.
I went around to my friend Rick Holmes house and after a few cups of coffee and multiple cigarettes, we agreed that his Band “The Law” would play a few covers, as well as their own stuff; I would then accompany them on backing vocals and follow them with my George songs. With at least a week to go until the party, I went along to rehearse and watch the band go through their numbers.
|The Law - Left to Right, Rick Holmes (Sheridan) Patrick Holmes (Kingston), Luke Bullen and Steve (Coz)|
|Well, You Gotta have Faith|
I called my nieces Claire and Katie on stage and on bended knee, sang Father Figure to them. Yea, I know, really gushy, but those girls were/are so special to me.
I finished my set with “Kissing a Fool” and another run through of “Faith”, this time to the backing track and left the stage.
My mum said “I never knew you could sing” and I am sure someone said, “He can’t”. But, everyone had a great time that night and we closed it off with a trip to Ricks Place, at that time the “in” club in town.
The next few days were spent putting final plans together for mum, making sure she had her visa sorted and that she had all she needed. She was really excited to be coming to America and when my sister drove us back to Heathrow she was smiling all the way there. Goodbye over and done with, we made it through to departures and ate breakfast. The flight was mid-morning, getting us into SFO late afternoon. Mark was due to collect us and his cousin Trevor had flown over to California in May and was working with Paul to cover my absence. Trevor was a real character and he and my mum got on like a house on fire.
So, mum packed off and my room back for a week, what else to do but get Tammy over for a weekend of debauchery. Saturday night dancing and dinner, Sunday morning in bed, Sunday afternoon a drive out and Sunday evening, well we decided to take a shower together.