RIP Peter Stringfellow.
I first met him when I was an 18 year old Law student, freshly arrived from Cardiff and lucky enough to have grabbed a gig as a roving cub reporter for ‘Blues & Soul’ magazine.
He’d opened the Hippodrome on Leicester Square, which was a huge deal at the time and I would often beg music biz friends to blag me into the ‘Star Bar’ there as there were always ACTUAL CELEBS present and I could write about them in my magazine column.
Needless to say that VIP card got quite the work out from my delighted 18 year old skint student self and I’ve never forgotten that act of kindness from a bloke who was on top of the world to a mouthy prick of a kid who had nowt.
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