Why "Another day another girl"

So why did I name my little bit of cyber space so. Well really it goes back to a day of firsts ( and some lasts).
There I was, 17 years old, and going to my first concert. It was the Lambrettas playing in bournmouth. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. excited about the day to come bathed, shaved, checked everything 3 times over i.e. wallet, tickets (Money in wallet) Suit shirt tie. Shoes polished and gleaming. Been to barbers the day before so that had been covered.  Dressed and ready to go by 09:oo hrs. (Military precision coming into it) Although I wasn't leaving the house until 12:00hrs. So more coffee, more cigs and waiting, for what seemed like an eternity.

12:00 hrs came, no-one outside yet, 12:15 came, still no-one outside 12:20 it sounds like a ferking race track outside with about 20 to 25 scooters of various types all revving the engines and horns blasting (well as loud as a scooter horn can blast). So I grabbed my crash helmet and shot out of the door.

We were all actually traveling down to Bournmouth by train but just decided that it would look cool (The old style cool not to be confused with kewl) to all arrive at the station together. At the station we met up with a load more MODS also traveling down. So the adventure starts.

Trip down was uneventful except for picking up even more MODS at virtually every station . But once we arrived in Bournmouth it started to get a bit exciting. As the train pulled into the station you could already here the chants starting, sounding like something out of Quadrophinia.

WE are the Mods, we are the mods, we are we are we are the mods.

WE left the station and started to walk. I had no idea where we were heading but there was such a feeling of comradarie and belonging that everyone from our group seemed to follow the pack. We walked all over Bournmouth. Down to the beach, through the shopping centre. Until finally it was time to got to the concert. By this time I don't think any of us actually knew where we were. So we asked one of the 30 or so Policemen that had been our escorts throughout the afternoon, which way to go. I should say at this point that despite what most people assumed mods were like, we had a pleasant afternoon with our uniformed guides and as far as I know caused them no problems at all. Anyway I digress.

We arrived at the centre where the Lambrettas were performing and had a great evening there. The support band wasn't bad, but the place erupted when the main band came on. We left the concert and travelled straight back to the train station, (our party that is). Only to find we had missed the last train back to Southampton so it was a night under the arches for us and about 10 or so gentlemen of the road. Who taught us how to use cardboard boxes as blankets, and to stuff our jackets etc. with newspaper as insulation.

Morning came and the station was full again of mods, not just our party got stuck there for the night. But it seems everyone else on finding out they had missed the train had headed down to the beach for an all night party, (so I missed out on my first beach party). We travelled back on the milk train where I bumped into a girl I'd been trying to chat up at he concert, bat at the time she was more interested in some "Sting Lookalike" who apparently wasn't as interested in her as she had hoped. Well needless to say I concoled her, all the way back to brockenhurst where she got off, (although I had gotton off a couple of stops before that, with her, in the wc. Three firsts there. Female on top, w.c. and train).

We arrived back into Southampton, picked the scooters up and all went off home to bed.

 

But back to the reason for the blog name. Well when the song "Another day another girl" was first released it was called "Page 3". But due to the Sun newspaper complaining, the name had to be changed. Well when I thought about naming this blog I thought about different names, but most had already been taken, and I didn't want to upset to many people.  Then the song popped into my head (The copywrite thing and all) and hey presto ADAG was born.

 

As for the lasts I mentioned at the start well it was also the last time on a train and the last time I saw the Lambettas live. But I still remember the whole day with great fondness, (although I can't remember the girls bloody name)

 

THOUGHT OF THE DAY

 

Australian Imigration officer speaking to Clive Woodward at Sydney airport, October 2003.

 

Oz imigration officer " Do you have a criminal record"?

Clive Woodward, " I wasn't aware you still needed one to get in"

Moral of the story

If you wanna F**k a Wallaby, use a Jonny.

ENGLAND. Rugby World Champions November 2003.