For five years I drifted through life, sleeping on friends floors and living on marmite on toast, lager and speed.
I was a 24-hour party person with a chaotic lifestyle of one-night-stands, fast drugs, hangovers and comedowns.
I lived fast and was tipped to die young, but the truth is I was looking for love.
I`d not been loved or been in love since I was a 14-year-old teenager. My dad was more of a heroic figure then a father and LK was just a schoolboy crush - a bloody big one - but still a crush - though at the time I was probably convinced that it was true love.
Then a chance meeting in an East London pub with a punk rock journalist - who is now a household name - changed my life.
I was convinced I could sing like David Bowie. At the time I looked like a wasted Rod Stewart and shared his taste in sexy blondes, fast drugs and football - but there I`m afraid the similarity ended.
Rod the Mod had the voice of a black American soul singer whereas I sounded like a Bethnal Green barrow boy.
My motto at the time - still is - "If she aint blonde she dont see my wand". I have always had a lifelong addiction to blondes.
It started with LK and just carried on from Susan George, Britt Ekland, Suzanne Mitzi to my ex-wife.
All my pin-ups and loves of my life have been blonde - bottle or natural it has never bothered me - as long as the colour is blonde.
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