Sex with another woman. Well, that was the idea, but in retrospect I can't actually remember her making love to me; it was all me to her. Still, she is the one who got me into playing the bass.
A four-piece was formed in a gay bedsit in Wembley. Myself (bass), my girlfriend (guitar), a girl in another room (drums) and her girlfriend (vocals). After we all moved to the east end of London we were playing 2 or 3 songs a week at a local venue on their music night.
I was very much in love with 'A', but our sex-life dwindled to nothing and we became more like sisters. It still cut me deeply when she left. And what made it worse was that her new girlfriend joined the band!
We (the band) spent a week in France and cut a 5 track CD, but it was hellish for me being in a band with two couples, especially when my ex was in one of the couples and when we got back to London I was kicked out of the band.
I was lost. I spent my days in bed and my nights in the pub. I would bring home anyone who was willing. I wasn't eating properly. I was a f*@king mess!
During this time I met 'K'. Now there was a headf*@k! I'm not even going to talk about THAT crazy bitch.
Eventually I had a breakdown and finally, after 16 years trying to escape London, I managed to get home to my beloved Scotland.
