FREDDIE WAS two years ahead of me. He didn’t come into the art school that much, but when he did, he was always beautifully dressed and usually surrounded by females – he was a rather handsome, sophisticated fellow in his beautiful flared slacks and purple-dyed granddad vest. He was one of the first people I saw who had proper stacked-heel leather boots. Everybody liked him and so did I – even when he stole my first girlfriend who I was in love with.
It was just before we broke up for Easter in 1968 on my foundation year, and the whole art school was pretty much packed into the Castle pub across the road, standing room only, and my girlfriend was sitting on my knee. I got up to use…
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MOJO (Digital) - 1 Issue, May 2025