Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Old photographs (part I)



I went through a few old photograph albums this afternoon and found some old momentos, dear reader.

I just wanted to share.

Sorry the quality's not too hot. I took photographs of photographs with my digital camera. If only digital cameras were areound back then...

The first one is of me (I think I'm in all of them), taken outside Neil Tennant's house in Hurlingham Road, London. I used to go there with friends quite a bit in my late teens and early twenties. I was a tad obsessive in those days. I think I was nineteen at the time.

The second photograph is of Marie Petrová and I. She was from The Czech Republic. I loved her dearly, but she was insane. I say she, and I suppose she was a she, but I can't be sure. Her boobs were all wrong and she spoke like a guy. To be able to come to the UK, she had to star in a porno film and have sex with pigs. She got the princely sum of two hundred pounds. Still, that was a fortune to her and it enabled her dream to come true: to come and live (illegally) in the UK.

She told me lots of wild stories. One time, her bisexual boyfriend, who was also her pimp, tried to kill her. He was aiming a pistol at her face, high on drugs. She flipped and kicked the gun out of his hand. It flew out of the window in her flat and went off as it landed on the street. The police were after her, so she fled. That's why she came to the UK, amongst other reasons.

She was the most outrageous person I've ever known.

I don't know how old I was in that photograph. Probably mid to late twenties.

Another time, she went to a New Year party at The Freedom Bar in London. She got very drunk and had no clue how or when she left the bar... When she woke up, she found herself in someone's living room near Heathrow airport. She was naked, as were the other twenty or so people in the room. All her clothes were missing, so she took some that fitted her and left.

Wild or what!?!?

The third picture is of me in the crypt at Michaelskirche in Munich. I went to visit the tomb of King Ludwig II of Bavaria. He was fabulous.

I was twenty seven when that photograph was taken.

9 comments:

Alan Fisher said...

what the HELL are you wearing in photo number 1?

PS: love the t-shirt in photo 2

A Novelist said...

I love these old pictures. Thanks for sharing. :)

Brian Farrey said...

Picture #1: Sigh. See? Total heartbreaker.

Picture #2: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Picture #3: Is that a sarcophagus in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Alan said...

Nostalgia-Rama

Minge said...

Photo number one was in my fashion student days. I wasn't a fashion student, but liked to experiment with weird stuff. The coat was a Home And Away gold puffer jacket. The t-shirt was the most expensive t-shirt I ever bought at a cool £120.00! I can't remember the label, but it was ridiculous. Only something a teen would do. The jeans were from a charity shop. A quid. White. I dyed them.

I love old pictures, too. More coming up!

Total heartbreaker, Brian!?

Brian, picture #2, are you laughing at me or Marie?

PPicture #3 - happy to see you!

;)

Alan, nostalgia-rama is right. I just love it. I'm often accused of living in the past - and it's true.

Brian Farrey said...

I'm laughing at the complete mise-en-scene.

Minge said...

Laugh away!

I did nothing but laugh when I knew Marie. She disappeared about a year after that.

Voix said...

You are totally adorable. I'd say Marie was a woman, albeit a very wretched looking one. Eastern Europe does something to people, you know? Maybe it is the malnutrition.

Minge said...

Maybe you're right, Michèle.

Marie was terribly sunburnt after a trip to the beach. On our return, she got my Mother to put some soothing creme on her back. All her clothes were skin tight, so she put on one of my Mother's dresses, which was far too big for her. It was so big, her boobs kept popping out every time she leaned forward! I noticed her nipples were far to high on each boob.

If she had been a man, I'm sure she'd have told me. She was just the type. She had no secrets. I just couldn't help but wonder. There were so many little things that made me unsure.

She had fangs, too. I thought she didn't have them removed because she couldn't afford the dentist's bill. She told me no, she kept them because she liked to be a vampire!