Viva Brighton Issue #60 February 2018
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
COLUMN<br />
...........................................<br />
John Helmer<br />
Old-school<br />
“You haven’t changed a bit, Susie!” says Nick.<br />
“Thank you, but I have.” She runs a hand briefly<br />
over her still-lustrous dark hair as if brushing off any<br />
particles of insincere praise that might have adhered<br />
there. “But John looks like David Bowie.”<br />
“David Bowie with cancer,” I retort.<br />
Some laughter round the table, but also a couple of<br />
shocked faces. Do we joke about cancer?<br />
(Chez Helmer, we certainly do. It’s what got us<br />
through the last two years while my wife Kate was<br />
being treated – successfully, and doing fine now,<br />
thank you very much – as regular readers of this<br />
column will know.)<br />
“So what about this Indian restaurant then? Where<br />
is it?”<br />
I’m in a Marylebone pub, meeting school friends.<br />
The old chemistry is there, but its constituent<br />
elements have seen ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. Life has<br />
knocked us about. In the course of all our illnesses,<br />
marriage breakups, bereavements, it’s taken the<br />
piss and vinegar out of us. We’re in the cross-hairs<br />
now; no more big plans to boast of, just stories. We<br />
face each other uncertainly without the protective<br />
carapace of potential. What we are is what has<br />
already happened.<br />
We adjourn to eat curry and fill in the years. And<br />
where are we now? All disturbingly respectable:<br />
Art Historian, Classics Professor, TV Producer,<br />
Architect, columnist for a local lifestyle magazine...<br />
We certainly would have made jokes about cancer<br />
back in the day. We made jokes about everything:<br />
iron lungs, leprosy, Aberfan, Ibrox… We were school<br />
kids: everything was a joke. The sicker, the better.<br />
In the sixth-form art room where I had an easel<br />
alongside two of these people, we performed regular<br />
re-enactments of samurai movies using the medicalschool<br />
skeleton provided for our life study, with red<br />
paint pumping out of squeegee bottles...<br />
Now we’re more sensitive to others, more<br />
circumspect. Though conversely, less guarded.<br />
....43....<br />
Later that night, as Nick the TV producer and I<br />
are having that last one before bedtime, he tells me<br />
exactly how difficult things were for him back then,<br />
with his parents going through a break-up. I never<br />
knew. In return I tell him about the meltdown in the<br />
Helmer household that made me glad to leave home<br />
when I did to come to <strong>Brighton</strong>.<br />
He looks astonished. “But those parties at your house<br />
I went to: you were all laughing and singing the<br />
whole time. It was like something out of Dickens.”<br />
“Smiling through the tears.”<br />
We talk about the others. I tell him about my<br />
shocked reaction when Susie – my best friend Nev’s<br />
girlfriend in those days – turned up on the Top of the<br />
Pops one evening without warning, dancing to Thin<br />
Lizzy in her Biba top and maxi-skirt. “Somehow<br />
I couldn’t quite believe it was her. She looked<br />
too grown-up and cool to be anyone I knew – no<br />
offence.”<br />
“And now she writes art books.”<br />
People change. And the past, too, changes.<br />
Illustration by Chris Riddell