Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 11 May 2017
I do not normally show you pictures of myself, but I cannot hold this one from you. It is like one of those 'awkward' ones that you see involving crass weddings or the mild mistreatment of children in family poses.
It was taken in the far-off days when I worked for the theatre company represented by the tall blonde man and the dark-haired woman. The one in the middle was the third performer who only lasted for one season, because he is/was a prima donna who was constantly ill. I (seated) was the driver/technician. The photo was taken in our friend's apartment in Hamburg.
It was sent to me by the German friend who lived there this morning. You may find it hard to believe that the yellow-shirted chap is not gay. Our German friend - who is gay - was fooled by him, so he does the best impersonation of a gay man than any other heterosexual I know.
I vaguely remember the two lads in the background. They were helpers assigned to us for the shows in Hamburg.
I remember that Summer. It was a hot one on Continental Europe. Just outside that window is the infamous Reeperbahn and there is a clock/thermometer nearby. That day it read 34 degrees.
I miss those days, but they will - like my dark hair - never return.