Once a groupie, always a groupie

When I was 16, I was into music and athletics. I was a sprinter and I was in school bands. George Michael was my musical hero – I would stand in front of the mirror with a hairbrush singing Faith. Sch

DURING THE LAST week of November 1963, the Beatles’ “I Want to Hold Your Hand” was released in the United Kingdom. That same week, a young Brit named Laurence Juber started playing guitar. It wouldn’t

I look at pictures from my school days and the memories of that period instantly come flooding back. Thoughts of secondary school are quite mixed, with just as many negative ones as positive. But my p

I blame my ‘groupie’ tendencies on my mother, who was so upset by Elvis’ death that we had to come home from holiday a week early. As a seven-year-old, it was disappointing to say the least, but by th

At the age of 16 I was mostly thinking about boys, of course, and basketball. I was a Lakers freak way before it was trendy. I was the oldest of seven. My real father left when I was five. And then my

I PEGGED Dad’s Seventies’ psychedelic floral shirt on the section of the clothesline designated for “undies”. It couldn’t be seen by the neighbours. I dreamt of the day my parents would give me their