It was around Summer 1989 and they were great. I must've caught one of their eyes (ouch) as I was personally invited back stage. I crept off (unbeknownst to my then boyfriend 'Bones') and innocently went back stage when they;d finished the gig. The first thing after asking my name was to offer me abig fat Bob Marley (spliff) I na do dat ting, I said, had a sip of one of their beers and got hastily rushed off by my x's sister, whod'd come looking for me as 'Bones' was worried because I'd dissappeared! Needless to say it was a memorable gig and Aswad were tops!
This is part of my website The 'Gerald that I set up in a fury of excitement when I first came to Folkestone sometime in '04. I'd been a frequent visitor for a few years previous to that but I am technically one of those Down From Londons you get now. The site used to be updated more frequently with a calendar of events and voting for best venues and things, and I hear it was a handy reference for those who were thinking of moving to the area. Now I've moved out of Folkestone again (though just a couple of miles) it doesn't get as much attention as it used to. Ironic really as The town is now becoming the exciting place we knew it was just about to. My name is not Gerald BTW, this comes from a fake newspaper in an episode of Brasseye or something, the Portsmouth Gerald, and how there is a local paper here called the Folkestone Herald. Puns like this are great aren't they? Do contact me if you have anything to offer, email anythign @ this domain, or try @folkestone or @pauly on Twitter.