Free like Fergie
And now I am free
To come and go as I please
And tell me why
My freedom today feels like Fergie
Not not the Duchess Sarah
But years ago a girl called Virginia
Not me but we were both twenty one
I don't know who was the younger twenty one
I dressed liked a student hippie
In my secondhand China jacket
Bought near Portobello Road.
Cowboy Steve said I looked a 'space case'
She dressed like Ststus quo girlstyle
Steve said 'she looks like an outlaw'
That much was true
She looked like Bonnie Parker
With her fair layered hair
Waist length leather jacket
Long grubby beige skirt.
where is the laundrette
when we move
Her John did Travolta dancemoves
Changed his overalls
For black trousers and red spiral shirt
A handsome couple.
She was free to dress how she liked
Free to fight her instant soulmate
At the first rumble of trouble.
That of course happened soon
His pal Brick threatened to put in the windows
Of their Housing Executive flat
Even before they picked up the keys
Because they were a 'mixed couple'
Free to a have sister of eighteen
A righteous, married, tattooed, expectant young mum
Free to have a baby herself
Looked after in a Mother and Baby home
Free to have a brother who was murdered
The police taunted her 'Big Tam's dead.'
Her father phoned us sobbing from his place in Bangor
'I have a four bedroom house and I am all alone.'
A Housing Executive flat is a Council Flat in the region where they live.
(my memories are from 1978 the name might now be changed)