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My pal Hammy - I wish we could have a catch-up.,
This review is from: Torn Apart: The Life of Ian Curtis (Paperback)
An excellent read, frankly, and as one close to the action for the earlier part of Ian's life, a faithful representation of an all too brief, but ultimately in retrospect stellar career. Ian and I went to primary school together - walking home was great fun, as we made up fantastical tales of spacemen, alien invaders, long-lost Amazon tribes and all manner of nonsense, illuminating immeasurably the stroll to our homes - Ian in Balmoral Crescent and then me at Delamere Drive, in Hurdsfield. It was with my family that Ian came on holiday to Anglesey - I have photos of us playing football on Benllech beach, and posing self-consciously outside a caravan - and I note that later in his short life he was to revisit that lovely part of Wales. Then it was off to senior school - King's in Macclesfield - where we stayed close until perhaps we were 14 or so, wherupon I had my soccer and rugby dominated life, and he developed his esoteric side so productively. I reckon he'd have given it all up to be able to play footie like Franny Lee (only jesting), but that was never to be. He was all elbows and knobbly knees in a footballing sense, I recall, but what a fine pal he was. I so wish he was around now, a grand and reverred figure, so I could have a catch-up with my old mate. Natter about the dreaded 'Impetigo' (not just a skin complaint in our primary school imagination - no, a race of invaders from outer space no less); and of course reflect how some of the biggest names around credit him fondly with influencing their careers. Ian's Mum Doreen evidently kindly recalled me, because I feature in the book a couple of times. If any of the family are reading this - sister Carole perhaps ('Cag,' as Ian called you)- then I cordially send very best wishes from an old friend, who misses his friend. Very much.