There was on the Piccadilly Circus every day from the morning to the night. Dave had a white rat on his schoulder, a guitar made of a wooden board, cuted with the knife the hole for the humbucker picup, EROS was written on the neck, we've bought a battery amp, so we had two, my guitar was LIFE (some German Trade Mark), Paul had burned fingers, a Swiss girl called Pascal was with us, A Spanish friend Santie, Groover came and go around, he was wondering how to play guitar like me, Tina was with punks... agressive, Paul said I was too agressive, ..we begged for money every moment on the Piccadilly than we moved to Leistere Square, played some tunes there, on sunday we went regularly in Camden to play there down the chanell, once I WAS JUST STANDING THERE AT THE BRIDGE playing nothing- not a simple chord, just because a policeman arrested some musician before me playing there at the same place,..I've got only silver coins! Rithcie from Scottland used to play his Welcome to the hotel California everywhere he was buskin' and it was a good song. I lend him my own guitar sometimes, while I went to the colledge in between..than we went to Covent Garden, to Traffalgar Square, ..with the bus 55 or 38 home to Sarratoga road 22, to Hackney.Sometimes we came with underground -Central Line- from Beethnal Green station. There was pretty to walk. Dave said it was a house of his mother, but it was a squat. Some other friends came to visit us there as well. John Church was there. He used to work in almost all of music services for repairing guitars in London, he used to play pretty well too. I've made a recording with him on a simple cassette recorder. Dan came one day to me and he said he would like that someone introduce him to play on the street. He never do that and for he met me many times buskin' he asked me if he could play with me. His father told him that there is a time that he stand on his feet once to start earn his own money. So he decided to be an artist, musician, busker..He's got pretty nice guitars, equipment, Yamaha mixer, Aria by me repaired electric guitar...-in Ashford. Our neighbour in Sarratoga was (if I remember well)Sheina, she played in a band as well, a black man John I mean came to visit us sometimes, Tosh, Stephen that used to play snooker. David Goldsmith (taxi driver at a record company ..Paul Simon as the greatest star he drove..) was hanging around. Later he helped and arranged to enroll myself at the City Lit (City Literary Institute) for electronic music course by Phill Washman, and some other course like computers, paintings, foreingn language -it's german cos' the tutor adviced me the I know to speak and write english enough. Than the guitar was one of my courses. Dave Grey had to escape to Holland cos' he was on the run from the police. He was punk and the letters came to the adress at Sarratoga to pay that, to pay another..so he's gone. Paul tried for me to make a conversation with the Hosing Trust not to reposes our house cos' I'm a student and would like to study electronic music. But no success. THEIR INTEREST IS ONLY MONEY, SO THE HOUSE WAS REPOSSESSED COS' IT WAS ABANDONED. So they fixed a letter on the door of our flat.
And we moved to Islington. The winter was near and in Hackney was no heating. I was ready to survive without that as well, but the others insisted to move from here.
There was a Dome- a joung drummer who played his drums on the street, carriying them on his back, on the rolly, the whole battery,...the policeman run immediatelly when he heard him playing, that he'll get arrested when he'll meet him another time. I was jamming with him and the battery amp was a bit too quiet to jam with drums.
A keyboard was with us all the time. I've spent the last money I had to buy those Farfisa keyboard, MIDI was in at those time,and Dave latter found out that I could get much,much better keyboard for that money, even he enclosed some spare bucks by to buy it. Would be better to buy an used Yamaha PSR... i didn't know much to hang around London at the time cos' I 've got exiled from Dover ten years ago for no reason. My aim was to get study electronic music there, but no understand from the wiev point of English border officers. Strange country. Never got experience with such fashistic regime on the border. And I've been travelling much through Europe countries, Belgium, Germany, Holland, Italy, Austria, Chechoslovakia,.. but nowhere to met such a restricted border like in England-separated from all the world around the globe. Unbelivable. The people I've met and used to live with them on the contrary are but wonderfull.
Paul always said when somebody wants to fight or make struggles with us or me: Don't touch him cos' he's my brother!!!