Scary Spice

I quite liked working at the Bricklayer's Arms pub in Shoreditch, back when Shoreditch was a nice place. One quiet week day afternoon Patrick, who was a recording engineer at the Strongroom Studios round the corner down the road, arrived with some girls who, he said, were destined to be famous.

The one who approached the bar refused to sign a beer mat but gave me a kiss on the cheek instead. I found out months later that Scary Spice had kissed me. I’m still not sure which one is which. They did that song ‘Spice Up Your Life,’ didn’t they? I like that song and sometimes I sing it to my cat, although I have to make up some the words.