When I was sent to St Patrick's mother and baby home I met a girl
there from Cork. She was a big Bowie fan, wore make up like Bowie
- the lot. When her labour began she danced around telling me
"David Bowie" is about to be born - and he was!
We kept in touch for a year or two after our babies were born, both
of us kept our babies born in St Pat's. We met again in the late 80's
for an afternoon in Cork but never met again and I have been unable
to trace her.
This I dedicate to my old friend Deirdre, my daughter and her son,
whom we fought to keep and raised ourselves: Wild Is The Wind
So then I met the guy I went on to marry. He was big into Bowie,
so much so he had replica's of Bowie suits made for himself and
the group of lads he hung out with all styled themselves on Bowie.
I was a hippy, he was more mod. I wore long cheesecloth skirts
and dresses. I remember the first time we had a proper date, seeing
him at the bus stop in fleet street and thinking he was wearing his little
brothers jacket because it was short, what they used to call a "bum
freezer". I eventually had that jacket tailored to fit me.
We went to the Glass Spider Tour in Slane in 1987.
My memory of the concert is only part of the great weekend.
My 3 children stayed with my sister and her husband in Navan.
I woke on the morning after the concert to frogs hopping around
the living room and a big feral cat sitting in the hallway. My youngest
who was 7 had decided it was a good idea to go frog hunting in the
garden and to invite the local feral cat in for some food.
Most of his songs bring back memories of people and places
in the past. Like, Space Oddity live
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