Welcome to the all-new official Frankie goes to Hollywood Fan Club, and what a great club it is! Due to overwhelming demand the only official fan club was launched on Monday November 10th —
In the first few weeks we have received hundreds of your letters and calls from all over Great Britain, Europe, America and the Far East, all wanting to join the new club, and tell us about yourselves and your friends and talk about Liverpools greatest export since football!
Over the coming months we want to talk to as many of you as we can, on the Clubline phone number, by letter and especially at the live dates. We want to know what you want from the Club —
We want to hear your ideas for the Club, what you want to hear about the band, and what else you would like to see in the coming issues, such as Penpals, Swops and Want Ads, articles and competitions and profiles.
The Clubline is in the Fan Club office and manned all day —
We would like to meet you all personally, but not having forty hours in each day, we’ve got to make do with seeing some of you at special events all ideas welcome!
As the official fanclub for Frankie Goes To Hollywood, we will do our best to get all your messages to the lads, but please understand how busy they are, and don’t get too upset if you have to put up with us loyal employees!
What day could be more appropriate for tying the knot than American Independance day? At least thats what Nasher and Claire thought when they chose the Fourth of July as their wedding day. Great secrecy surrounded the ceremony and reception, but we can now reveal that the honeymoon was delayed by a Saturday morning train ride to London to catch Rod Stewart in concert!
Sunday found the intrepid couple aboard a Jumbo jet bound for the sunny Seychelles. Having settled into the holiday rhythm, Nash decided to put Claires nursing abilities to the test when a combination of sunbathing and fishing led to a severe case of sunstroke!
The luck of the Liverpudlians did not desert them for long though, as the holiday was extended by a day courtesy of Air Seychelles, when the jumbo’s on-board computer threw a wobbly, and everything stopped for tea —
Mr and Mrs Nash are now firmly embedded in a three bedroomed flat in Maida Vale along with cats Clancey and Chelsea.
Heads were turning in Hampstead recently as young Peter Gill arrived at top car dealers H.R. Owen to become proud owner of a dazzling black Ferrari sports car, complete with white leather seats and mobile phone!
Peds now making room garage to fit in the new set of wheels next to the Capri Beach Buggy!
FRANKIE TAKES THE TUBE
Anybody travelling up the A1 to Newcastle upon Tyne on Friday the 30th of October at about 5.30 may be forgiven for wondering who was the loonie in the low-flying blue missile who whistled past them in the fast lane! No, we cry, it wasn’t Superman, Batgirl or even Captain Courageous —
We finally made it up to Tyne Tees Telly at twenty past six, and having talked our way past the nicest Doorman I have EVER met(grovel grovel), we crept into Studio Five just in time to see Spandau Ballet mouthing their new single (stop yawning at the back) —
The only interesting bit of the song was the sight of three roadies trying to pick up a seven-foot Womble who had fallen over in the middle of the studio (watch your video!).
A bit of outside-the-Studio stuff came next while Holly, Paul, Nasher, Ped and Mark got ready to do their bit. Jools Holland sounded excited for the first time all night, and the boys were away….
Our story actually starts on a cold and blustery Thursday morning at Heathrow Airport. Courtesy of British Airways the lads were whisked up to sunny Tyne-Tees land in time for rehearsals, follow by some serious use of the swimming pool at the Gosforth Park Hotel. Thursday night was party night and all were invited to the Tuxedo Princess, a rather posh club on a rather large boat parked under the suspension bridge. Highlights of the evening were undoubtedly Peter Oxendale (the bands live Keyboards player) playing the ships piano for an all-in singsong, and Marks brother Ged (second guitar on stage) getting slightly locked in the gents (say no more if you like your job —
Back to the show, the set started with Lunar Bay, and all of a sudden evrybody started to bop —
By the end of the set everyone was ready for a night out, but the lads, all being quiet unassuming types settled for a quiet visit to Julies (the nightclub, not the house) for a Halloween party followed by a Curry to celebrate Geds birthday.
Next mornings trip back down the motorway was much more civilised, only to get home and find the video had recorded two hours of BBC2 instead of Channel Four —