@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola After visiting with my family in Scotland, I found my teenaged self in London waiting to catch a ferry to the continent. As any good American teenager of Scottish decent would do while waiting, I hit the bar nearest the train station.
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola It was one of those 500 year old pubs with plenty of beer and people. I was always a rather gregarious drunk and soon met and was drinking with George ans Sherri Innes. George was a famous British actor and Sherri was his American wife.
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola As it neared time for me to catch the train to the ferry (no tunnel back then) George wrote his number down and told me if I ever needed anything to just let him know. Nice guy.
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola I kicked around the continent for several months (and many sordid stories) to find myself headed back to the west end of Europe. A little run in with the Dutch border patrol left me stranded in Germany until I snuck back over the border into Holland.
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola You see I had been in Amsterdam for a couple weeks but decided to make a day trip to the Fatherland to spend some marks. On the train back to AD the border police decided my friend and myself were undesirables and kicked us back with 'no entry' stamped.....
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola ...in our passports. My bright idea to glue the pages with stamp together almost worked but were kicked back again and had to hitchhike. About a week later the Dutch discovered I was in their country illegally as I was trying to leave and now wanted to jail me.
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola I promised never to come back to there country if they let me hop the ferry to England. While they discussed I just got on the ferry. On the other (English) side the border patrol was now looking at all this shit in my passport and was thinking I might not be suitable for entry.
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola The only way they would let me in is if someone would sponsor me, so that England would be assured I would become a leech on their society. So I tell them I know George, they say bullshit. I give them his number, they call and find out this long haired American teenager...
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola ...is, in fact, friends with England's beloved George Innes.
George and Sherri put me up in their old 5 story mansion in East London on Bow Rd. It was quite the toney neighborhood in the late 1800s but had fallen from grace and was on its way back.
George and Sherri put me up in their old 5 story mansion in East London on Bow Rd. It was quite the toney neighborhood in the late 1800s but had fallen from grace and was on its way back.
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola One day he took me to the Little Driver, a tavern that actors and musicians hung out in. We did some day drinking and played some darts. While their he asked if I would like to meet the woman who produced the lastest Jethro Tull album (this was 1978)...
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola As a die hard Tull fan I enthusiastically said yes. She was sitting on the other side of the bar with some guy. George took me over there, introduced me and we chatted. She asked what I did, I told I was a musician, a guitar player.
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola She asked what my ambitions were, I told her I was going to be a rockstar (cause at 19 that's thenonly career choice available. She said are you going to be big like Eric Clapton? I laughed and assured I would be much better a guitar player and a much bigger star than Clapton.
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola She chuckled, the guy sitting with her chuckled, I laughed and I eventually went back across the bar to George. George asked how it went, I said fine. He asked how I liked Eric Clapton and said I didn't think he was that great of a player. He laughed and said....
@FNC_Jobby2 @Bubola How did you like him? I looked puzzled because I was and he said the guy sitting the producer lady, Eric Clapton. I quietly drank my beer until it was time to leave.
