The second helping of party fun was on a boat cruise along the Thames. In that very vessel, as I paraded about in a silk jacket, Martin Spellman informed me that I was got up like Martin Fry. He proceeded to explain that Martin Fry was the frontman from ABC, and though I’m partial to a spot of 80s music, I couldn’t for the life of me remember what ABC had been up to 20 years ago. “You know, Look of Love!”. “It’s the look, it’s the look, the look of love. Yeah, yeah, yeah”. I could vaguely remember the chorus, and nodded enthusiastically.
It was a party, there was booze and dancing. And at one point as I was studiously avoiding having to dance by propping up the bar, something quite strange happened. I’m sure I’ll have nightmares in years to come about being hemmed in by a circular fence of clapping people, looking at me expectantly. Spellman had thoughtfully asked the DJ to announce that I would be performing a virtuoso dance solo to ABC’s ‘The Look Of Love‘, a song to which I can vaguely remember the chorus on a good day. The dancefloor duly cleared, and I was dragged into the centre of the clapping masses to arhythmically twitch and prance for what seemed like ten minutes. Cheers Spellman.
It was ABC which led to my second injury that night, at the hands of Nurse Grady, more accurately her fingernails, which mysteriously gouged my eye during a section of high energy dancing during the next ABC ‘hit’. I was just grateful that there were other people dancing too. Heck, I’ve got two eyes after all, and all my own teeth still.