About That Night

A new book is being written about Marc Bolan, there have been questions to me of why I chose to be with them on their journey, one night in September 1977.

I'm inclined to say ' What difference does it make ' the outcome remains the same.

I really wanted to get home that night, my journey to Hadley Wood was aprox. 45 minutes, mainly because my time of travelling was between 2.15 am and 3am..when I'd see our lovely home in Hadley Wood with the Honeysuckle Tree branches around the Front door.

Many members at Mortons Club were involved in the Music business, some would come over and leave a card..or a scribbled message inviting me to get involved.

When Richard Jones..' very Archetypal image ' made himself known to me, we were like old
pals, both with an amused but respectful rapport.

At the end of my working time, and after I joined them downstairs, I was there only out of respect for Richard's invitation to join them.

I was ready to go home, and tried to leave several times...yet Richard intervened constantly, until as I grinned at his offers of Recording..(.that night and.now ) and as I finally headed for my car, he became wild, shouting .. in a panic..

“ This is your last chance tonight, not tomorrow,tonight “ .

Really shouting...the many other people standing outside Mortons must have heard him because it was strangely disturbing.

You could say ' he finally got through to me ' and so I said ok ! and as soon as we were in my car he was calm and smiling again.

That was when I knew I had to go on this trip for whatever reason!!

If I'd been out on a gig with musicians I knew well, we'd often cool off upstairs in Ronnie Scotts or they'd come to my place for a coffee...but this area of SW London was not on my way home.

His ' unconscious ' was communicating some urgency to mine. I responded without fear.

The story is sad....but it might have been different if Gloria's car had just broken down! My car was behind and could have taken them all home safely.