during a group meeting in a pub in Piccadilly, it was decided that we were all going to bleach our hair. The next day I bought a hair kit called ‘Born Blonde’. It cost £1.25, dead expensive. Got home, put the plastic cap on, bleached my hair, got a clip round the ear from my mum for it. She hated it – hated anything like that, God rest her soul. She kicked the shit out of me when I got my first tattoo, then didn’t speak to me for three weeks. I was thirty-two!
