Me, myself and George – Part 1.

In light of recent events, I thought now would be a good time to write a little blog about my musical idol, George Michael.  It all began on my 14th birthday in 1988 when my sister bought me tickets to the Faith Tour; I was mildly horrified as to me he was this old man with a beard not the hunky blonde man who used to sing fun songs when I was little – now he was singing about a monkey and all sorts. However it was my first concert and I was quite excited – the concert blew my mind obviously because it was my first ever but also because I had never believed anyone could sing like that live.  I grew up loving Madonna, Whitney and loved singing so male singers weren’t really my thing, but this was amazing. 

From that moment on I began to embark on a little journey with George that in a really strange way shaped my life and put me on certain paths without me even realising.  I’m not one of those obsessive  fans,  I only once dragged my friend with me to try to find him! We were 15, we went to North London where he lived, his old school etc.  A very nice newsagent man directed us to the road  where he and  his Wham! partner Andrew Ridgeley used to live. Much to our delight and shock out of one of the houses walked Andrew Ridgeley who happened to be visiting his parents at the time! You can only imagine my delight.  We had a lovely little chat and he signed some autographs and posed for photographs. 

I sent a 16th birthday party invite to Andrew inviting him and George (high hopes at 16) and he kindly sent a birthday card! What a lovely man. Not quite George but at least he felt closer to my 16-year-old self.  

So proud of our mission I even presented the day out as part of my English coursework would you believe?!  We had to read it out in class as our ‘a day in the life of’.  I was so proud of myself until  another girl in the class told a story how her whole family had been held at gunpoint in Africa.  Luckily the teacher was highly amused about my little episode with ‘the bloke from Wham’! 

I went to college but I  got bored so got a job selling concert tickets at the ticket desk in Selfridges.  One day I was asked to cover a shift at the ticket desk in the Capital Radio foyer; I arrived in the foyer, to be faced with my new desk covered in George Michael leaflets and him playing on the radio. I was 18 years old;  I refused to go back to Selfridges and ensconced myself in the snug of the radio station reception for 4 years.  Everyone knew I loved George, the DJ’s and the bosses yet I had no desire to meet him, I didn’t want to shatter any illusions.

I was always involved in any George activity, which was enough for me.  I felt that once again I was one step away from my idol.  To be continued…

6 Comments

  1. September 25, 2010 / 8:51 pm

    He is still a good looking guy. I love his music.

  2. September 30, 2010 / 3:34 pm

    beautifully written, funny and wry as always. I laughed out loud. I love GEORGE

  3. September 30, 2010 / 3:34 pm

    beautifully written, funny and wry as always. I laughed out loud. I love GEORGE

  4. September 30, 2010 / 9:25 pm

    Brilliant Lisa , We all love George !!! Look forward to more

  5. November 28, 2010 / 4:37 am

    Wonderful! I feel the same way! Have been a fan since I was 12.Look forward to more……April

  6. November 28, 2010 / 4:37 am

    Wonderful! I feel the same way! Have been a fan since I was 12.Look forward to more……April

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