In 1980, aged ten, I went to my first concert: Bow Wow Wow at the Royal College of Art in London. My tabloid journalist mother was there to interview the band, despite having zero interest in pop music, because Bow Wow Wow were making headlines for having a 14-year-old pin-up of a singer in Annabella Lwin. My strongest memory of the night was of a sinister man with curly red hair and a long raincoat handing me a tape of Bow Wow Wow’s debut album, Your Cassette Pet, before saying he was planning a soft-core porn magazine aimed at my age group and did that sound like something I would be interested in. I almost choked on my gobstopper.
The man was Bow Wow
