Letter to my Idol

Dear Dave,

I don't know why I'm bothering with this because I know you will never see it (or maybe you will, who knows) but I am going to write it anyway, even if its just get things off my chest and make me feel better.

OMG, How rude of me, I didn't introduce myself. My name is....ahhh, almost spilled the beans.
 Lets just say for the purpose of this letter my name is Eve C. 
I am a forty something Mum of two and Grandmother of two. My life started in the 60's and hasn't been exactly easy to date, but then who's has?

I spent my childhood mostly arguing with my Sister or listening to my Parents fighting. I can't say it was awful, I have great memories of holidays in Wales, cushion fights in the flat we used to live in and dancing the Charleston, by candlelight, to BBC Radio 2 when we had power cuts - something that happened quite often in the 70's. 
But my earliest memory was finding my Mum crying on the sofa after my Dad had stormed out. I must have been no more than Three years old.
Then there was the time that my Dad came home drunk (regular occurrence) , parking the car in the middle of the road and falling asleep under the rose bush in the front garden. Or the time he decided to throw all Mums stuff out of the bedroom window, trying to smash the lounge window with her nail varnish bottles. Oh and also the countless times he would fall asleep on the lounge floor having drunk almost a full bottle of Bacardi. He used to habitually drink and drive. How, in Gods name, he never got pulled over by the Police or, worse still, kill someone is totally beyond me. Maybe he has by now, I haven't seen him in years. Anyway, I would spend most of my time in my room, listening to music. In the 70's it was Abba and the Bay City Rollers (God help me) and in the 80's it was mainly The Police. I loved The Police. I had all their albums but I never got to see them live.( In fact my first live "gig" didn't happen until the 90's when I went to see Robert Palmer - God rest his soul. Another one taken to soon.)

Break for a quick run down :-

1st single I ever bought - Save Your Kisses For Me by Brotherhood of Man (Well, I was only about 7)

1st Album I ever bought - I can't actually remember what it was but I was bought Regatta de Blanc and Outlandos D'Amour by The Police along with my first record player when I was about 13.

My early music memories were of my Mums' old mono record player and her old 60's singles which consisted of The Beatles, Elvis Presley, The Kink's, Del Shannon and others whose names I have forgotten (its an age thing). 


Oh yes, those were the days, "were" being the operative word. 
Turned out my Dad was a complete coward. He left, quietly, without a word, when I was 18 years old. I had been working in a pub for the previous few weeks and had started smoking and on the night he left, he watched me walk up the road to work. I remember thinking at the time that he had guessed about the smoking and was watching to see if I would light up when I thought it was safe. Turns out he was watching his last normal family occurrence and, as it happens, watching his eldest Daughter walk out of his life. I would only see him once more after this night before a break of almost twenty years.
When I found out that he had gone, I was devastated. I was always a Daddy's girl and now he wasn't there. Just left a note asking me to believe that he was " not as black as people will paint me"!

Ok, just read that back and I am amazed that it still upsets me all these years later so I am calling it a night. If you are interested, I will write again. Probably will anyway, even if you aren't interested so prepare for installment #2 very soon ;)

Best Regards

Your Fan Eve C