When I wrote up a March 1980 weekend in Manchester a few months ago (mid 2017)…
A Weekend In Manchester Straight From School, 7 to 9 March 1980
…I thought I was probably conflating two visits in my mind, but couldn’t find reference to a second stay in my 1980 diary.
Now (January 2018) going through my 1981 diary looking for something completely different, I found reference to the second visit. In fact it was late December 1980, by which time I had started writing in my new diary.
Saturday 20 December 1980 …went to Manchester – NR Exec – South Manchester (Spencer’s)…Mark [Sunday 21 December] Lewis’s for night…convention meeting – home – v tired.
“Spencer’s” must mean Spencer Jacobs’s house.
So, the Spandau Ballet song that was rolling around in my head while remembering staying at the Lewis’s house was not a false memory, it was a current song at the time of that second visit. As was my memory of me (briefly) getting in a muddle between Spandau Ballet and Joy Division. Unforgivable.
If this disambiguation helps Mark (and/or Mandy) Lewis to recall more about those visits, that would be good.
It’s not a particularly long story:
Coda To This Long/Short Story – Late 2020
This memory has a sad coda, as I am writing up much of this period late in 2020, 40 years after the events. Mandy Lewis (latterly Amanda Goodman) died earlier in 2020 after a long illness.
A meeting of minds and a fun, fumbling, intimate time in the early hours, forty years ago, between me and Mandy, is hardly a matter of earth-shattering revelation.
But I do remember at the time being very taken with Mandy and striving, perhaps in the face of sound judgement and good sense, to reconnect after the event, in vain.
In an act of latter-day recklessness (heaven knows, you don’t mess with Mark Lewis over media matters), I have borrowed the following charming montage that Mark posted on Facebook as a tribute to Mandy soon after she died.
A sad coda about happy memories.