Summary: “Corrigendum / a mistake, error, part of a statement that is not correct”<br> I was pulled up for my behaviour from 6000 miles away. That`s the price of popularity I guess: folks discussing the site at a London dinner party, my ex in attendance, kind of half laughing at the anecdotes being recounted, the experiences being shared, sparked by the <a href="http://testpressing.org/?s=boys+own%20playlists" target="_blank">“Boy`s Own Playlist”</a> pieces we`ve posted. She didn`t confess to having been there herself. She didn`t even let on that she even knew me. She pretended that she was joking but “You`ve written me out”, she said, and she was right. <br> <a href="http://testpressing.org/2013/04/london-club-playlists-017-boys-own-playlists-8-autumn-1989-part-1" target="_blank">“Gary Clail`s “Beef”, its remix and the remix of the remix (canny chap that Oakenfold) belongs to the aforementioned Yellow Book.”</a>.<br> <a href="http://testpressing.org/2013/11/311-boys-own-autumn-1990-part-2" target="_blank">“Paradiso`s “Here We Go Again” has me mid-way through a night at the Soho Theatre Club.”</a>.<br> <a href="http://testpressing.org/2014/08/362-boys-own-summer-1991-part-2" target="_blank">“Glen Gunner at Moist fresh from watching Terminator II on Acid.”</a>.<br> <a href="http://testpressing.org/2014/08/362-boys-own-summer-1991-part-2" target="_blank">“Blind Lemons sucking dropped & trodden Es off the Milk Bar carpet.”</a>.<br> I might have given the impression that between `89 and `92 I was some swashbuckling, toe-flicking, love-making, heart-breaking, roister doister, but I was not. I was with Jo. I never put a Patrick Cox inside The Yellow Book, probably never ventured to Covent Garden`s Gardening Club, without her. Ophelia, Moist, Jo was always on my arm. The Milk Bar, we were together, unified. At Flying we were recognized as a couple. There was no one without the other. <br> I`d moved back to London first, so Downham Tavern, Bonnies, Echoes, Kazoo, Land Of Oz, The Trip, Ziggy`s were all adventures of my own (Of a sort. My sister took me to the Tavern), but Jo was there when I met Bobby Gillespie, Andrew Innes, Alex Nightingale, Jack Baron, with me when I befriended Nick, Reece and the Psychedelic Skinheads, Big Brian Laws & Justin, smiled maternally whenever I excitedly cornered Weatherall. <br> <a href="http://testpressing.org/2013/11/311-boys-own-autumn-1990-part-2" target="_blank">“As the tempo picks up, it`s more “Rampling On The Radio” than Flying at Dingwalls.”</a>.<br> The council flat on the Tulse Hill estate, shiny with silver fish, where we`d ready ourselves with Red Stripe and Rimmel (budgets didn`t stretch to Chanel back then) respectively, while listening to Kiss FM, was Jo`s. <br> <a href="http://testpressing.org/2014/03/339-boys-own-summer-1991-part-1" target="_blank">“808 State, or State 808, is a white-tiled Yellow Book one-off, the boys DJing upstairs, and the girls downstairs. Darling Nikki bit me on the nose. Weatherall played “Would I Find Love” and Ruth danced in white silk pajamas.”</a>.<br> Darling Nikki bit me on the nose to remind me of the night before, which I hate to say I still can`t remember (more apologies). Ruth might have vogued like a sexy Wee Willy Winkie but Jo was next to me, probably in John Richmond. <br> <a href="http://testpressing.org/2014/08/362-boys-own-summer-1991-part-2" target="_blank">“Dancing with barmaids at Pure Sexy. Puscha in sunglasses.”</a>.<br> Pure Sexy was my birthday and I disgraced myself with the barmaids (& Nina Walsh) by Jo`s account. At Puscha we were both bored to be honest. <br> I`ve said that I lost it somewhere in `91 and I can pinpoint the moment through music (that summer): those records where I can see Jo and those where I cannot. More genres “Jo” and “Post-Jo”.<br> Years before, we`d fallen and learned how to love to a soundtrack of Aztec Camera, Orange Juice, New Order, REM, Prefab Sprout, and The Smiths.
