A bizarre night. The "Daily Star" had decided to organise a series of "Beau Peep Days" at Pontin's camps throughout the country. Andrew and I had to turn up at these holiday stalags and sign autographs while wishing the earth would swallow us up. The whole thing culminated in a Beau Peep night at Stringfellows. I may have danced. There were several minor celebrities and models wandering around. Unlike Tarks, I didn't threaten the light heavyweight champion of the world.
Stalag 9, Pontins, Burnham-on-Sea, June 18th 1987....
How The Star reported the Stringfellows bash:
And to prove I was there too, here's my invite...
PS....I may accidently put up some photos of hoards of screaming autograph hunters stalking their prey at Pontins, unless I recieve a brown envelope stuffed with used fivers by first post tomorow. I'm not a blackmailer - it's such an ugly word. Though not as ugly as 'carbuncle'.