tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689448175317552618.post3719711420886392301..comments2024-02-14T08:21:35.629+00:00Comments on The stammering poet: A spot of leather fetishismPeter Gouldinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13292063172122249202noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689448175317552618.post-25133144246304703052010-10-09T18:01:26.924+01:002010-10-09T18:01:26.924+01:00That's a brilliant story, Titus. I could never...That's a brilliant story, Titus. I could never figure out why Ms Quatro should choose a big hulking rock musician over a pimply adolescent schoolboy like me....Peter Gouldinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13292063172122249202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689448175317552618.post-34768641818571662972010-10-01T16:03:15.459+01:002010-10-01T16:03:15.459+01:00Suzi married a guy, Len Tuckey (bassist in this cl...Suzi married a guy, Len Tuckey (bassist in this clip, next door to Suzi) who worked for my Dad! Before he was a famous bassist and husband, obviously, but he was still with us when he met Suzi, and my mother and father went away on a shooting trip to Norfolk with her.<br />Len worked in the cutting room - not a qualified butcher, just good enough to divide big bits into a bit smaller bits. He was a big hulk of a guy with long hair who never said a word to me.<br />Just checked and they married when I was 13, so I knew Len from being about, ooh, eight or so.<br /><br />I tell this story a lot.<br /><br />I never knew what the song was about either.Titushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16380213493011623153noreply@blogger.com