Back in the early 1990s I went with my 'Teddy Boy' boyfriend to a rock and roll weekend. We were sat in an empty cafe when a, quiet, average, guy in jeans and coat walked in. I looked and thought it was Lord Sutch, but without his hat and leopardskin clothing it was hard to tell. He comes over to our table... Looks at my boyfriend and says 'Don't I know you?' I was astounded... A famous person asking my boyfriend and not the other way round! 😮😮😮. It turned out they did know each other. So he sat and chatted with us. Boyfriend had never thought to mention it before booking the tickets... And Screaming Lord Sutch was the headline act!!!. The show was great... At one point he wore a Maggie Thatcher mask with a loo seat round his neck 🤣 We met up with Lord Sutch again a few times, as he would give us free tickets to his shows. He was so different away from the spotlight. A quiet, inconspicuous, tea drinker who sat in the corner. A really lovely bloke. Sadly, the boyfriend and I split up a couple of years later. When I heard the news on the radio that morning, I cried so hard that I was 2 hours late for work. He was one of a kind. I didn't manage to get down to his grave until 2012, but glad I got to lay some flowers.
I loved Dave Sutch, even more so after touring and performing with him. I even co-produced, played drums and co-wrote several songs on one of his last albums Alive and Well in 1980. He couldn’t sing to save his life, but that isn’t what Sutchy was about. He knew how to entertain, in music and in politics. He was one of the nicest men I ever had the pleasure to meet, it’s a shame there aren’t more of his kind around.
Dave was a great friend of mine and sadly missed, I did many gigs with him in the UK and Germany through the 80s we even performed in Australia together. So many good stories I could write a book , feel free to get in touch with me Yvonne
He didn't stand in the 1997 election. I didn't know he died in 99. Is Carlo Little still alive? Of course his replacement Charlie Watts is no longer with us.
