It was just a really happy time.
I'd just completed the first year of my degree course at Liverpool art school.
August '84 I'd spent working on the costumes for a film company.
In September I went to Greece by myself, aged nineteen, for three weeks.
I met some fabulous people, fell in love for the first time, and generally had the time of my life.
Windmills, Brandy Alexanders, partying on Tina Turner's yacht, reading Rupert Brooke and James Baldwin, dancing on the roof of Pierro's club with Amanda Lear, dazzlingly bright whitewashed streets strewn with rose petals, poodles in diamond collars, finally being who I was meant to be, feeling free.
The sound track to it all was Grace Jones hauntingly beautiful version of Piaf's La Vie En Rose.
Hearing it now...I'm right back there.
