For my own good
Mind you, where’s Spider Man when you need him?
Working backwards, I’m still waiting for JR to remind us about Guy Clark in Pompey but I’m sure he did come – maybe more than once.
Then there was Tuesday
Firstly I’d like to stress that my lived experience around Pompey in the 1960s was much like ‘Oscar’s’. It was a nightmare wearing Posh Pompey Grammar uniform although the only time I was near Buckland was going through on my bike at a rate of knots, on the way to playing rugger/cricket and enjoying matron’s teas at Hilsea .
So there’s that lovely old DJ taking the piss once more on the morning when I’m trying to think of an imaginative response to an event which has assumed legendary status over exactly 50 years, where a bloke in the crowd shouts out a term of abuse and a famous musician replies “I don’t believe you … (etc)”. It was the 50th anniversary on Tuesday and I thought I was being so clever turning it into a Pompey story but as I said at the top – “too clever for my own good”
Spider Man would have got it but he’s probably on a week-long pilgrimage to Manchester to mark the original event.