Boomerang for the last time!

Stepping off the train in Manchester Piccadilly, broken hearted, homeless and having to grovel yet again to the parents, I have finally hit rock bottom!

Aged 21, this should be the time of my life right??? Wrong!!!

After being back under the rule of the SS parents, my feet are itching to get out but with no where to go and no job, its proving a little difficult.

Cue advert for bar staff at the Ritzy nightclub, having worked at the Camden Palace, its a sure thing and I start the next phase of my life.

This is now the era of acid house, Techno and hit man and her!!!!! The Ritzy had been through many names including Cinderella Rocker fella’s   and now owned by the Rank company, work was easy and in supply.

If you work in bars now your lucky to be given a free T shirt advertising a product to wear but back then it was male dominated and they liked the female bar staff to wear as little as possible, showing as much as possible. I cringe now looking back at the fashion disasters they called uniform’s. One that springs to mind is a bright Barbie pink polyester shirt, just covering you ass with slits up both sides and a huge triangle cut out of the back! NICE. Thank the gods I was young and slightly more firm of buttock than now!!! 🙂

The other down side to said outfits was not to stand too close to a naked flame or use a hot iron???

After all the excitement of London and that it was a city that never slept, it was hard to adjust being back in the North with no after work breakfast bars or after time drinking places to go and unwind! Also the lack of extra tips, or should I say that there were no tips, money was tight.

The pop stars of the day were Kylie, Jason Donovan, most of the cast of neighbours, Bross and I remember a very good looking model who became a singer after stripping his levi’s off in a advert!  The Ritzy was part of the chain of night clubs that got the rights to host, film and show Hit man and her! At the time it was all the rage and screened after the clubs shut so you could go home and watch it after clubbing. Looking back now it was a pile of shite and more hassle than it was worth!

Kylie was a little doll that needed mothering, Jason off his tits on drugs, Bross were like naughty school boys with an attitude of ” look at us, look at us” , as for model boy, I think his name was NIck something or other, his ego was bigger than the entire club. What a Diva!

My baby brother got a chance to be filmed on stage dancing with his mate, don’t ask me how he got that gig but he was as proud as punch with his red Michael Jackson esk leather jacket and  curtain long hair! 🙂 

At the Ritzy was where I got to work with Mr Male Model (MM), beautiful 6 foot 5, toned, dark haired and a very shy! MM was to become a big part of my life and mend my poor broken heart!  Wasn’t long before he helped me escape for the final time, my SS parents.

MM and I managed to rent a place and for four and a half years we were in love but as I wanted to maybe get married and maybe have kids, this was where we didn’t see eye to eye! MM was on his way to making it in his career and he did years later but cracks started to show and as I wasn’t getting any younger it was time to move on. Also his idea of taking me out was a trip to the gym and while I did have a cracking body at that time, being given a sit up board for my 25th birthday was really taking the piss! Nearly wrapped the bloody thing around his neck!

Men, a few tips here, never oh never buy a gift like that or an iron, ironing board or any white goods. Trust me you won’t be in the good books and we women never forget and get you back in other ways! You have been warned 🙂

Moving on from MM was hard but what life or karma was to give me next was to make me the person I am today and I will always be truely grateful for this?

🙂 

Hedonistic London.

The late 80’s in London was the place to be!
Famous people, who are famous for something real, not because of reality TV programs, were everywhere and accessible to the likes of the common folk!  At this moment in time a great night club called the Camden Palace was owned by Steve Strange (visage/fade to gray) later to appear on a reality hairdressing program, was the owner and on the look out for staff who complimented his club?
Still living in Elephant and Castle surrounded by the ethnic communities and all the alternative hair dressers in the area, it seems like a good idea to get my hair corn rowed and extended with all the colours of the rainbow 🙂 . Now it took two days to complete and weigh a bloody ton but I thought it was the dogs bollocks?

The place to shop was Camden town, made famous years later by Amy Winehouse living there before her death. Shopping on the markets was an experience and having shit loads of cash from waiting on, I could buy anything and everything.

One Saturday while out shopping, I was spotted by Steve Strange who seemed taken by the rainbow of hair and offered a job working at his gaff? How could I refuse?

So bye bye Bill Stickers hello Camden Palace.  My job was to work the main bar down on the ground floor but the place was over five floors high, bars on each level and a VIP area and restaurant on the highest level. Being an old theatre, the levels circled half  the area and a huge dance floor, stage and DJ box in one of the old stalls it was wondrous to behold but the thing I remember most was a giant blow up male and female trapeze that swung below the ceiling!   Back and forth every night they went as clubbers danced below.

Years later I was to work the doors as a female bouncer but the guys or should I say gorillas that worked the door were some of the meanest hard bastards I ever had the pleasure of meeting. Bare knuckle fighters, boxers, ex cons and muscle for hire but it was also their duty to make sure we were safe not only in the club but after as well.

Across the road was an all night cafe who made us welcome with breakfast and booze which was served in tea cups and mugs for the boys, as milky tea and
Coffee for other colours of booze! Now most nights were quiet but on one occasion the door staff  had pissed off a few of the local gangsters and as retribution, they decided to come after them with knives, guns and steel bars after hours. Some of the door boys must have had a premonition as that night they left us to eat and drink alone! Good job, as I may not have been here today to write this blog. Surrounded by some of the worst gangsters local to the area, with a huge knife under my chin, guns pointed at other staff and  all of us being held captive until it was made clear that the door men were no where to be seen, we were released to carry on eating brekkie!!! We all lost our appetites that night and headed off into the morning day break, tails between our legs and glad to be alive.
Now our door men being loyal to us didn’t take it all lightly and retribution did take place. There were a few battered and  bruised guys working the doors for a while but nothing like that ever happened again.

America had disc 54, London had Camden Palace. The rich, famous and infamous came through the door. Stepping over Boy George off his head was interesting 🙂  Tina Turner came to film a special and I was asked to be her runner for the entire day filming? Great lady, great legs.

Camden’s  staff were colorful, unique, exotic and damn right different. A little white powder was on supply at all times and money was in full flow. Each night was an adventure and we thrived on the work, the play and the new experiences that were to be tasted for the first time.

HIV wasn’t known yet but it wouldn’t have mattered to some. There were sex parties, fetish, BDSM the works and I was keen to try anything new within limits. Hey I am still a teenager but I have an open ticket to try anything 🙂 .

Meet Toni Blackburn, a 6 foot 5 black, camper than a row of tents Yank with an ass you can bounce pennies off! Me and him are bessie mates and a bloody sight to be seen? 5 foot 5 me, with a mane of rainbow hair and this amazing Amazonian Yank!  Camp wasn’t the word, we were so high pitched only dogs could hear us at one point!!!!

The Dad and The Mum decide to come and visit the capital and see their daughter. BIG HUGE mistake!

I live in a squat with wood for windows and very little else and they go and book into the Grosvenor hotel on Park Ave!!!! 
Mistake number 1, give them my address?
Mistake number 2, arrange to meet them at very posh hotel!!!

When I arrive at Posh hotel, with Toni on my arm, we are stopped at the door by the concierge wanting to know who the hell we are and what business we have going into his nice establishment? The Dad is mortified at being made to come to the door and identify his way ward daughter with a beautiful queen in tow.

This meeting did not end  well as The Folks had decided to come to see where I was living and now in a state of shock, couldn’t deal with it!!! The Dad was heart broken, how any daughter of his could end up living there 🙂  get a grip, its safe, warm and free. Kept wailing ” what have I done to deserve this”??? Nothing Papa, its my choice and not yours lol 🙂 . So there ended the meet up!

Let me introduce you to Mike, a beautiful tanned South African who had just started working on one of the bars? New in London and older than me by a few years, he was to be my down fall and my exit from London.

Love or lust quickly came over me and I was smitten but this boy was trouble with a capital T. Showed me a good time and even gave me my first orgasum, to which I can still remember to this day  but it came at a price?

Months later I am standing in Euston  train station, ticket in hand, kitten bought out of guilt by him in a cat box, long stockings Dock Martins and a Rar Rar skirt, ( no self respect but thinking I look the bomb), broken hearted  heading back up North. Nothing left but to grovel to The Dad and Mum and hope they go easy on me?????

Xxxxx

Keep your peepers open more to come?

Sorry for the lack of blogs just lately, been a busy bee but more to come?
Chapters to read about:

Hedonistic London.

One train ticket, long stockings and a cat in a box!

Ritzy days and a male model!

All the nice girls love a sailor 🙂 🙂 🙂  whit whoo !!!!

Amsterdam.

A port with every sailor?

Being a door woman.

Fetish! Wink wink!!!

Ark royal, the finest in the fleet.

End of that life?

Hello pin ups and burlesque.

Pat the dog, oh why oh why is my life just like Bridget Jones?????

Alter ego Doris?????

Oh no, I am officially 40?

Bikers and biker rally’s , the real deal?

Swingers, fetish and dungeons, how it really is?

Pink haired ladies and the great port of Pompie/limos/shuffle of shame/Germans/bushes/kissy kat klub and passing the touch to DD.

Paris.

Ireland

Marrakesh, now this is an adventure in the future.

Stayed tuned for more fun and thrills than a ride on a roller coaster 🙂

Hugs

Nikki Willow xxxxx