So a mate of mine brought up the story of Brian Harveys misfortunes with cars and jacket potatoes earlier today, and reminded me that East 17 were my first love. Specifically Brian Harvey.. I was 12 ish, and completely obsessed.. to the point where I was so unhappy with how my first name went with his surname in case we got married, that rather than keep my own surname on the extreme off chance that we met and fell in love, I made plans to change my first name as soon as it was legal so it sounded better..
I also had a massive collage of pics of him on the inside of my bedroom door that I cut out of magazines and things, it was huuge.. I used my dads wood glue that he used for work (he was a carpenter/shop fitter) to stick them all on the door and ‘varnished’ over the top of them so they’d never come off... they never did and my parents had to replace the door in the end 😂