20th January 1966 Girls' Night Out
I had seen Dusty a handful of times since we'd gotten together at the New Year's Eve party. True to our agreement, we'd kept these dates lighthearted and fun. Nobody seeing us trying on fancy clothes, flipping through second hand records in search of songs or chatting over a nice meal would have guessed that we were leading up to coffee and kisses at Kenwood or Dusty's London flat.
I did wonder sometimes if anyone ever spotted our secret smiles. How would everyone react if they ever knew that John Lennon's wife was going out with Dusty Springfield? I had asked myself that at night whenever I was alone and feeling reflective. It occurred to me that it would probably spell the end of our time together. We were both very private people thrown into a public light and our relationship wasn't ever likely to be that serious that we'd put it before our reputations.
Whenever I asked myself that same question about Joanie, I sensed the opposite to be true. There were deep-rooted emotions there that would not allow our separation to be permanent. The time must surely come for our secret to be revealed but I was confident that that time would not arrive in the immediate future. Joanie would meet the inevitable backlash with a fight, for she always seemed to need a cause to fight and this would be one that I wouldn't be able to avoid being drawn into. All I hoped was that I would be ready to fight the cause with her when I was needed.
With all this talk of reflection, you'd expect to find me in a reflective mood on this particular night. However, my main concern at the time was applying the dark eyeliner that I'd been inspired to try by a certain girlfriend who always looked so good with her eyes boldly made up. I never usually wore eyeliner, so I was taken aback by how striking it was. As I'd been applying it, I'd started worrying that it would make be look like I'd been in a fight but I thought it actually made me look quite nice.
I'd swept my hair up and had my favourite black bow in. I was also wearing a dark blue dress that a friend had complimented the last time I'd worn, so I was feeling quite glamorous and that seemed to be the overall effect as far as I could tell from my reflection.
I was glad I could try my best to look beautiful without having to worry about upstaging the bride-to-be at her own hen party. I smiled to myself in anticipation of a good night out. It would be especially good if Dusty could make it, which she hadn't been able to promise when I'd asked her.
When I'd finished making final the tweaks to my appearance, I grabbed my bag and phoned Pattie to check she was ready, or at least nearly ready, for me to drive down to pick her up in my golden porsche. I laughed and shook my head as I realised just how much of a pop star's wife I was these days.
I did wonder sometimes if anyone ever spotted our secret smiles. How would everyone react if they ever knew that John Lennon's wife was going out with Dusty Springfield? I had asked myself that at night whenever I was alone and feeling reflective. It occurred to me that it would probably spell the end of our time together. We were both very private people thrown into a public light and our relationship wasn't ever likely to be that serious that we'd put it before our reputations.
Whenever I asked myself that same question about Joanie, I sensed the opposite to be true. There were deep-rooted emotions there that would not allow our separation to be permanent. The time must surely come for our secret to be revealed but I was confident that that time would not arrive in the immediate future. Joanie would meet the inevitable backlash with a fight, for she always seemed to need a cause to fight and this would be one that I wouldn't be able to avoid being drawn into. All I hoped was that I would be ready to fight the cause with her when I was needed.
With all this talk of reflection, you'd expect to find me in a reflective mood on this particular night. However, my main concern at the time was applying the dark eyeliner that I'd been inspired to try by a certain girlfriend who always looked so good with her eyes boldly made up. I never usually wore eyeliner, so I was taken aback by how striking it was. As I'd been applying it, I'd started worrying that it would make be look like I'd been in a fight but I thought it actually made me look quite nice.
I'd swept my hair up and had my favourite black bow in. I was also wearing a dark blue dress that a friend had complimented the last time I'd worn, so I was feeling quite glamorous and that seemed to be the overall effect as far as I could tell from my reflection.
I was glad I could try my best to look beautiful without having to worry about upstaging the bride-to-be at her own hen party. I smiled to myself in anticipation of a good night out. It would be especially good if Dusty could make it, which she hadn't been able to promise when I'd asked her.
When I'd finished making final the tweaks to my appearance, I grabbed my bag and phoned Pattie to check she was ready, or at least nearly ready, for me to drive down to pick her up in my golden porsche. I laughed and shook my head as I realised just how much of a pop star's wife I was these days.