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I sat at the closed bar with Johnny Rotten. Children/Sex Pistols a heady co
2007-11-30 11:53:00 During my time at the children's assessment centre, before I moved to Sheffield's Moorside girls home, I went to the Sex Pistols children's Christmas party. It was held at Ivanhoe's nightclub in Huddersfield town centre, on Christmas Day 1977. The audience were mainly the children of the striking firemen. Ironically I was chosen to go with a social worker from the home because being middle class I needed to experience the other side, or that sort of thinking, most of the other kids in care had gone home for Christmas. Arriving at the party, small intimate venue, we were given plastic transparent folders with pink zips with sex pistols logo and small gifts inside as well as t-shirts and badges. In a 'what do you want for Christmas competition', compared by Johnny Rotten , I won a yellow skateboard, signed by the band. After the show when most of the other kids had left I sat at the closed bar with Johnny Rotten , he was interested in my life and we conversed easily. Somehow I t... More About: Children
12 years old. The day I left home.
2007-11-27 17:21:00 12 years old. The day I left home. Part 1. I'd say it was about 5pm when this life-changing incident occurred. I was at home with my mum mary, my step dad must have been on the road with his band and some of my brothers and sisters, this was usual in holidays and weekends. My mother, whom we kids/husband constantly waited upon, requested some ice cream which I brought to her in the lounge where she was watching telly. after a while she asked for seconds, when I handed her the second bowl she asked me if I had washed it before putting the fresh ice cream into it.I remember thinking I was in trouble whatever answer I gave, if I hadn't washed it I would be beaten if I lied and said I had then I would also be beaten. I lied. She threw the bowl at me and after I cleaned up the mess I was sent to bed to await the norm, which would mean that when my step dad had finished singing in whatever city it was that night I would be woken from sleep stripped naked and beaten with an ele... More About: Home , Left , Years |
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