Pete was arriving in Glasgow on Friday for the Babyshambles gig at The Barrowlands, so a meeting was arranged for that afternoon. When he arrives with his manager Adrian, Camille locks the shop and we talk through a few design details.
I've made a toile (cotton mock-up) of my pattern for him to try on to check the fit. As I'm pinning his jacket closed, he says softly, "I really like your ring", "which one?" I ask (I have four on), he points to my vintage Wedgwood cameo ring.
Turns out, Pete also really likes the 'toile' I've made for him and asks if he can take it to wear on stage tonight. Wow! Can think of nothing I'd like more, but just as I realise I need to keep it, he reads my mind and quickly volunteers - "You need it back, don't you?". I do...
With Camille.
Doing a bit more shopping...still in his toile.
Pete seems to have a genuine interest and appreciation of clothes so when he tells me he's really excited about this suit, I'm thrilled.
I persuade Adrian to let me get a pic of his remarkable vintage Lee denim jacket. It's from 1947 and is a present from a Bayshamble in return for a rather special guitar. I guess that makes it priceless although he joked they're still arguing over who got the better deal!
It's a great gig, Pete commands the stage looking elegantly punkish in a Crombie style coat and signature hat. They sound shit-hot.
I suddenly feel a refreshingly gentle spritz descend on my head, face, and camera. Plastic pint glasses of lager are being spontaneously hurled overhead in all directions, looking dazzlingly striking, as they arc through the light beams.
After queuing for drinks and the loos all night, I discover the passes Pete and Adrian gave us are "V.I.P. Access All Areas"... Doh!
More Babyshambles, Adam and Drew, backstage.
The venue is left littered with some very odd items, including a lady's boot!
Adrian's mum and dad, Betty and Teddy, assure me that this is quite normal after a Babyshambles gig.