I was Johnny Rotten.
Singing 'Pretty Vacant'.
On an open air stage.
In front of a hundred people...
Without a mic.
Without a mic.
I wasn't alone - my friend accompanied me.
Pretending to be Sid Vicious.
With curly hair.
And no bass.
We snarled and swaggered and posed our way through our chosen song and won third prize in the Miming Competition. Maybe there were only three acts. I think we got away with it; we must have been pretty... convincing?
Despite being a bit drunk.
And, you know...
Thank god there was no YouTube in '78. No camera-phones. It must have been horrendous. But perhaps that's why we were so uninhibited too? It was a moment in time, spontaneous, never to be recorded or viewed again. A moment, that's all. Here today, gone tomorrow. Whatever happened to that?!
So, how it was is this: my friend and I had tipsily convinced ourselves we could enter a competition (part of a free live music event in a local park) just as it was happening, with no real forethought and certainly no preparation. Oh, the bravado! I would never do something like that in all the years since. I suppose it was like a forerunner to Karaoke (we're talking 40+ years ago, after all) although without the live vocals, just the posturing. I do remember standing there and not really being able to see the crowd, just looking out in a cider-induced daze, imagining myself as Johnny - a silly, inebriated, normally shy schoolgirl doing her best to mimic a fully-grown man. There are two key things about that which I was just never going to pull off: fully-grown and man (if you'll please excuse the double entendre). And glancing across at my dear mate, who was doing the same. I think we 'won' some record tokens.
When we came off the stage we were both immediately chatted up by a pair of young lads who perhaps saw our bluster as a sign that we were a couple of goers. I don't remember a lot about what happened next but suffice it to say I became vaguely acquainted with a skinhead boy who told me he was on holiday (?!) from Borstal. Class! Actually I seem to recall he was quite nice but I only got to see him in the dark so who can say?
Pretty vacant sums it all up....
Aren't you glad sometimes that, like me, you're all grown-up and sensible now?!