Londoners Magazine

As you probably heard I went to Glastonbury last week.

From my review, you may presume that I didn’t see any bands. You’d be wrong. Not only did I see many bands, I actually played in one. This could come as a surprise. It was certainly a surprise to me.

My life a few years ago was pretty wild. I played in an all-girl rock and roll band that was fairly big on a certain scene. For a while, it was not uncommon for me to go out in one city and wake up in another. People would come up and chat to me, making it evident that I had had quite a considerable talk with them in the recent past and I wouldn’t have a clue who they were. For a long while I’d greet everyone as Doll, Mister, or Chick, as I had no idea of their name.

But times have changed and I’ve tamed my ways. It was, therefore, with considerable surprise that I found myself on stage, live on the radio, playing with a band that is not my band at Glastonbury. I’m not entirely sure how this happened, although I suspect the sun beating down on my cider filled brain was involved.

So, if you see any footage of the Ralfe Band playing on the Worthy FM stage and wonder when they got a girl in and why the girl is shaking a pineapple, wonder no more. It’s me. And I’m not quite sure how I got there either.