Speeches of politicians, the words which helped create the neo. The Beatles and the John Peel Show, I started to write down the In this isolation, in my bedroom where I listened to Pink Floyd, Waiting now to get away, to leave the London suburbs, to makeĪnother kind of life, somewhere else, with better people. I moved into what I call my ‘temporary’ period. I withdrew, from the park, from the lads, to a safer place, within We climbed the park railings and strolled across to the football Leapt over the bonnets of cars to get at us, screaming obscenitiesĪnd chasing us up alleys, across allotments, around reservoirs, andĪnd then, in the evening, B.B. would yell ‘Leg it!’ as the enemy dashed through traffic and Other strangers would spot us from the other side of the street.ī.B. Had to go round the back and lob a brick at the rear window of Greeted Bog Brush in the street as if they were in a war-torn foreignĬountry and in the same army battalion. To his intense pleasure, similarly dressed strangers Have our talks without being interrupted. My mother was so terrified by this stormtrooper dancing on herĭoorstep to the ‘Skinhead Moonstomp’, which he moaned to himself The Air Cadets, he’d now gained a brand-new truculent demeanour. Where before he was an angel-boy with aīlond quiff flattened down by his mother’s loving spit, a clean handkerchiefĪlways in his pocket, as well as being a keen cornet player for He soon got the name Bog Brush, though this was not a moniker This unmovingĬreation he concentratedly touched up every hour with a sharpened Long all over, stuck out of his head like little nails. And his hair, which was only a quarter of an inch His Ben Sherman shirt with a pleat down the back Marten’s boots, which had steel caps and soles as thick as cheese He seemed to have sprung up several inches because of his Doctor Of ‘hangman’s strength’, revealing a stretch of milk bottle white leg. These were suspended above his boots by Union Jack braces He was dressed in jeans so tough they almost stood up by themselves. This friend, who became Johnny in my film, My Beautiful Laundrette, came one day to the house. Reading hard books and I saw the film Zulu several times. Them out of the house under my school trousers I hid in woods Streams I stole yellow lurex trousers from a shop and smuggled With a friend I roamed the streets and fields all day I sat beside This played into my hands this couldn’t have been better. This led to trouble arguments,ĭetentions, escapes from school over hedges, and eventually suspension. So I refused to call the teacher by his nameĪnd used his nickname instead. Another refused to call me by my name, calling me I read with understanding a story in a newspaper aboutĪ black boy who, when he noticed that burnt skin turned white,Īt school, one teacher always spoke to me in a ‘Peter Sellers’ It was a curse and I wanted to be rid of it. They were despised and out ofįrom the start I tried to deny my Pakistani self. Worst jobs, they were uncomfortable in England, some of them In the mid-1960s, Pakistanis were a risible subject in England,ĭerided on television and exploited by politicians. Other ways, squat down in the sand like little Mowglis, half-naked On camels? Surely not in their suits? Did my cousins, so like me in Pictures of Indian peasants in mud huts in front of me and said to When I was nine or ten a teacher purposefully placed some Was like or how my numerous uncles, aunts and cousins lived But I had no idea of what the subcontinent They were important,Ĭonfident people who took me to hotels, restaurants and Test The rest of his large family, hisīrothers, their wives, his sisters, moved from Bombay to Karachi,įrequently during my childhood, I met my Pakistani uncles He married hereĪnd never went back to India. My father, who lives in London, came to England from Bombay in 1947 to be educated by the old colonial power. I was born in London of an English mother and Pakistani father. ‘ God gave Noah the rainbow sign, No more water, the fire next time!’
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