Married boyband crush
To think I used to have his posters on my wall!
As the band walked on stage, the screams of the crowd drowned out their opening notes.
And mine were probably among the loudest!
It was 1984 and I was obsessed with electronic band National Pastime.
I loved everything about them. Their music, cool haircuts and stage presence.
After seeing them support pop act Kajagoogoo in Newcastle, I knew they were going to be my next big crush.
‘Don’t you think Mark’s cute?’ Jill, my housemate Jill sighed.
Mark Knott was the drummer, with trendy long hair, slicked back into a ponytail. ‘Nah,’ I said. Steve Broomhead, the band’s guitarist with dark bouffant hair, was much more my type.
It was 1984, I was 20 and utterly obsessed. You could barely see the wallpaper in mine and Jill’s London flat for all the posters on our walls.
Our spare time was either spent going to gigs or planning our next trip.
Working as secretaries by day, we’d follow National Pastime round the country by night and at weekends.
We even had second jobs so we could earn the money to go and see them play. We were dedicated followers.
‘We’re with the band,’ I said, blagging our way into a Smash Hits mag party once.
Sipping gin and tonics with the boys in the band, I couldn’t believe our luck.
Chatting to them about music, their next album, it was one of the best nights of my life.
For the next few years, we followed the band and spent around £6,000 on our jaunts. It was worth every penny! They got to know our faces, and stopped to chat with us.
And after a while, it was as if they were our mates. I always got on with drummer Mark.
He was the joker of the band, always recommended new music to us.
‘Have you heard of Level 42? Their new single is great,’ Mark said one day.
I never fancied him but he became a great mate. Then, in 1987, the band split.
I was devastated, and cried for days. It was the end of an era.
But, as the boys moved on, so did we. I moved back to my home town in County Durham, and got a job as an administrator.
I got married in 1994, and had my son Declan in 1998.
I thought about the band now and again, and spoke to Jill from time to time.
Then, in 2007, I logged on to Facebook and found a friend request from Jill.
Lovely to hear from you!
I messaged her. We had a right laugh, chatting about the good old days. Before I knew it, Jill had created a Facebook page to connect with the boys from National Pastime and Kajagoogoo. The band members joined. They all had relatively normal lives now. It was hilarious, reminiscing about how obsessed we’d been, and I loved logging on to share memories. During this time, my marriage broke down. Luckily, I had the boys to talk to, especially Mark. By this point, he was a lorry driver,
When they split, I was devastated, cried for days!
Bit different to drumming!
The ponytail was long gone, too. Now he was completely bald – it suited him!
But one thing hadn’t changed at all – he still cracked me up with his jokes. Just like the old days. Over the next year, we started to chat privately, but I thought nothing of it until he asked me down to see him in Wigan, in January 2016.
‘Fancy coming out in the lorry with me?’ he asked. Why not?! I thought. We spent the day catching up, giggling, delivering bread!
‘Can I come up and see you next weekend?’ Mark asked, and my heart skipped a beat. It was as if I was in my 20s again.
The attraction was mutual, and Mark started to visit every weekend. It felt so easy, as we’d known each other for years.
And, while I hadn’t fancied Mark back in the day, I certainly did now! Luckily, he and Declan, then 18, hit it off.
Last April, four months into dating, Mark got down on one knee in a local Italian restaurant.
‘Yes, of course I’ll marry you!’ I whooped.
Seems I was finally going to have that musician hubby I’d dreamt about in the 80s.
Mark moved into mine, and this year Jill and I had a reunion with the whole band.
They played a few tracks for us and we talked about the old times over a few drinks.
‘If only I’d known then I’d bag Mark as my fiance,’ I giggled. Or should I say, husband. This July, we tied the knot at a cute little chapel in Las Vegas, and celebrated with champagne at our hotel bar in the evening.
When we told the hotel staff our story, they upgraded us to the penthouse – with a great view over Vegas. How rock’n’roll is that?! I still look at Mark and can’t believe my luck. I went from super fan to his wife – I just wish I hadn’t waited 30 years!