1978: Peppermint Park



Clubbing with Keith Moon and Ronnie Scott

The 1970's was the era I came of age.

Towards the end of the decade I spent much of my time in London. My uncle/brother was closely involved with a member of the Qatari Royal Family whose main occupations were shopping and clubbing so, as an adopted member of his entourage and with all expenses billed to the royal account, no libidinous caper was beyond the wish of this healthy young man.


Hot to trot to Ronnie Scott's

holding hands with the girl on the pretext of slipping, heels

and polished concrete, always wet. Me, dextrous as a thief,

safe as a bank vault guides her pliant steps to Peppermint Park

to hang like we meant it ignoring red skies going dark

and chairs dressed in crushed green velvet and pink piping

we tipped like notables and hoovered up cocktails

while sparklers struck fireworks she snuffed with her nails . . .


At a small table in the depths, Keith Moon knifed

tapas and salad with Annette, Linda and Paul. The night he died . . .


© Rivenrod 2017 | Photograph from the Blitz series by Rivenrod published by Barre Meunier 1980


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