Sweet dreams are made of... Fast cars? Money? Lines of coke? Dancing girls? No, once I realised I?d never play Test cricket all I ever wanted from life was to write for the NME. Mid seventies it was full of three page reviews of Zep gigs in Earls Court, doleful interviews with the man who would never make it - Roy Harper, acres of anguished print devoted to ?Floyd?s ?Wish you were here?, all of it shot through with the word ?WHY??. But above all there was Charles Shaar Murray, Nick Kent, Chrissie Hynde, all drugged up, glammed up and living the dream. Real heroes, role models in the least pejorative sense of the term. Mid eighties, I shoulda been kicking my way up the corporate ladder but I was distracted by Paul Morley, Barney Hoskyns, Biba Kopf, Seething Wells, Paul Du Noyer. A lot of the time I didn't understand a word these people wrote but I wanted to be them, or at least be like them. NME died for me sometime around 1989 but then, early noughties, along came Cluas. It leaves NME in the shade, I love it and I love writing for it. Joined CLUAS: October 2001
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