TIGHT JEANS, TATTS AND TRUE LOVE
Adelaide, 1971. Irene Thornton, just back from London, meets Bon Scott, a singer with big dreams. In a new memoir, she reveals how they fell in love, married — and the price of fame as he became AC/DC’s legendary frontman
everywhere you looked, people were busy getting pissed and stoned. At some point I realised the singer Doug Parkinson was sitting next to me, which was a bit bizarre. He was very well known back then. He struck up a conversation with me and I think he wanted to chat me up, but he didn’t get anywhere. I was happy to sit and observe the crowd. It felt like half of Adelaide was on that farm, a wide mix of young people and older, arty types, all thrown in together, all having a laugh.
Andrea had reappeared and taken a seat next to me just as a commotion broke out on the other side of the room. She grinned and pointed. “There he is.” This was the bloke she’d been on about, this macho-man wrestler, the lead singer of Fraternity. Jesus, I thought. The guy who came stumbling through the crowd was wearing nothing but a spray-on pair of tiny denim shorts. He had a girl in one arm and a drink in the other, and he was stumbling left and right through the throng of people as he laughed his head off. He was a wiry-looking thing, much shorter than Andrea.
“His name is Bon Scott,” she said. I didn’t think much of him.
I had a great time at the party, in the end. A few drinks in, I felt quite at home, not that I had a clue where anything was. I went searching for the toilet at one point, opening every door I came across to empty rooms and dead ends, right up until the very last door. I opened the door and froze