I remember a cafe in a small seaside town. I remember a little fourteen year old girl, very shy, bullied at school, trying to blend in and hide in the shadows of the brighter stars in the school yard.
I remember working at the cafe, a few hours on either a Saturday morning or afternoon and one evening a week after school. The bullies still found me after school, they found me out and about in town and sometimes after work, but they never ventured into “my café”.
I remember one older girl who worked in my café too, I don’t remember her name or her face, I remember she was slim, and wore jeans and a t-shirt under her apron. She may have been pretty, she may not, but to me at that time she was the most beautiful person in the world.
She took this shy timid fourteen year old under her wing. She showed me the ropes, gave me the confidence to handle the tired Saturday shoppers, the ability to hold my own with the teenagers who came in of an evening to drink fizzy drinks and play the game machines.
I don’t remember much of her at all, but I remember when ADAM ANT came on the radio she would turn up the volume and staff and regular customers alike would belt out the words of her Prince Charming “ridicule is nothing to be scared of”
At REWIND over the weekend, ADAM ANT topped the bill on the second day and Ant music filled the air.
Adam Ant has had a rather rocky relationship with his sanity over the years but managed to do his act with enough togetherness to play at REWIND this year. Even though I can only recall three of his songs, and even then only sing along to the chorus. I still waited through the whole of Sunday afternoon in the pouring rain to share the moment and show support to someone who has no idea how much his words helped this timid fourteen year old all those years ago.