Eleventh Earl
Sunderland, 1983: Steve Y and Rickenbacker 4001
Where are you now, O Steve?
Steve was a very quiet bloke who grew up in a village near York. He liked a pint, and a joke, and a laugh and he liked his heavy rock.
He and I used to hang out quite a bit. We had a couple of stupid comedy sketch ideas that we kicked back and forth.
One of them was a Spanish gangster type, whose greeting was "b'stard, my friend". This was a few years before The New Statesman and the character Alan B'Stard appeared. We reckon we were overheard doing the 'b'stard' thing...It just goes to show, you need to get these things sent off to the powers that be instead of kicking them around for years.
Steve and I got into trouble at Wearmouth Hall in Sunderland, supposedly for theft and damage. I copped to the damage - I broke open a linen closet when I was very very drunk - but neither of us stole anything.
Steve was really upset about the whole thing. The worst of it was that we knew the guy who grassed us up was Steve's next door resident, a bloke by the name of Jilke. So every time Steve saw Jilke, they had to go through this pantomime of avoiding eye contact.
Steve was studying mech. eng. or civil eng. or something quite difficult, whereas I was an arts student, so college was a bit of a doss, frankly. we got to play with video cameras and talk a lot of theory and opinion, but we weren't really learning anything useful. In fact I doubt that my current job even relates to anything I did at college.
I haven't seen Steve since college, back in 1984. I haven't seen his name on friendsreunited.co.uk
It would be great to get back in touch. maybe I'll see you on flickr.com some time, Steve?
Sunderland, 1983: Steve Y and Rickenbacker 4001
Where are you now, O Steve?
Steve was a very quiet bloke who grew up in a village near York. He liked a pint, and a joke, and a laugh and he liked his heavy rock.
He and I used to hang out quite a bit. We had a couple of stupid comedy sketch ideas that we kicked back and forth.
One of them was a Spanish gangster type, whose greeting was "b'stard, my friend". This was a few years before The New Statesman and the character Alan B'Stard appeared. We reckon we were overheard doing the 'b'stard' thing...It just goes to show, you need to get these things sent off to the powers that be instead of kicking them around for years.
Steve and I got into trouble at Wearmouth Hall in Sunderland, supposedly for theft and damage. I copped to the damage - I broke open a linen closet when I was very very drunk - but neither of us stole anything.
Steve was really upset about the whole thing. The worst of it was that we knew the guy who grassed us up was Steve's next door resident, a bloke by the name of Jilke. So every time Steve saw Jilke, they had to go through this pantomime of avoiding eye contact.
Steve was studying mech. eng. or civil eng. or something quite difficult, whereas I was an arts student, so college was a bit of a doss, frankly. we got to play with video cameras and talk a lot of theory and opinion, but we weren't really learning anything useful. In fact I doubt that my current job even relates to anything I did at college.
I haven't seen Steve since college, back in 1984. I haven't seen his name on friendsreunited.co.uk
It would be great to get back in touch. maybe I'll see you on flickr.com some time, Steve?