At hideously-early o’clock (8.55) yesterday morning, a knock on the door awoke me from my slumber. Not expecting delivery of anything or anyone, I couldn’t be bothered getting up to answer since it was likely to be a spammer (we get lots of annoying salespeople around here). But, like with the cats I so utterly adore, curiosity got the better of me eventually. By that time though, there was a “we missed you” Royal Mail card on the doormat and the postman was halfway down the street and I had to chase after him barefoot and in my pyjamas. That was fun.
Anyway, the registered letter of horrid-awakening-and-cold-feet turned out to be my Manhattans Reunion tickets: the pieces of card which will whisk Andrew and me ten years back in time. I am still intrigued but nervous about this little event but on the whole looking forward to it.
For anyone that cares (and I know a number of people have come this blog recently through searching “manhattans reunion” or the like, so they might even if no one else does), that photo-booth picture up there is what I looked like when I frequented the ‘hattans all those years ago (mid-1995 to end-of-1997). Looking at it from this angle, I’m the one of the left; my right hand man, of course, being Andrew. Actually, that isn’t really what we looked like at Manhattans: that’s what we looked like at about 3am on a Monday morning at the Hartshead Moor services on the way back from V97 in Leeds after 48+ hours without sleep. We still went to Manhattans that night.
More usually, I looked like this:
Admittedly this picture was taken a bit later than my main Manhattans days – Christmas 1997 I do believe – mostly because I lost my camera (specifically, my dad‘s camera) before the magical summer of 1997 began so I don’t have any photos from the period, just incredibly detailed diaries.
I wore a lot of cropped tops back then and now that I sport a wobblier belly, I’m quite happy that I made the most of my svelte physique when I had the chance.
Also, I LOVED that coat – long, black leather with a black “fur” collar. I wore leather gloves with it in the winter and it made me feel like I was from the KGB, not KGV. Which was awesome.
In the four years I knew Spyder, I didn’t once get a good photo of him – or one of Wayne not giving the finger.
(These photos were taken at Reading 1998: I had gone in 1997 with Spyder, Wayne & Stacey and when I went the following year with Dave M, I returned to the same spot where we had camped in 1997 – and coincidentally found Spyder & Wayne there again.)
8/11/2007 at 1:10 am
Oh. My. God. How could you put that pic of me online…
*searches archives for hideous pics…*
8/11/2007 at 1:38 am
Mwahahaha.
Oh, and Drew my love, I believe this is the picture you’re searching for in those archives: http://louisaparry.co.uk/Photos/random-snaps/really-random-stuff/andrew/corrie1.jpg
11/5/2011 at 1:39 pm
Oh my god that photo of me is horrible
11/5/2011 at 3:02 pm
Sorry ;)