Or Herman to his friends. Peter is the front man of Herman’s Hermits, and there are hoards of websites that mainly concentrate on him (especially peternoone.com! heehee!) but I’m not going to do that, because I’m going to point out a bit more about the others. But I won’t leave Peter out because well, it’s his voice that made the songs famous! Plus the fact that out of all of them, I’d most like to take Peter out to the pub for a pint of bitter and a laugh. He seems to be the kind of bloke I’d like for my best mate… Of course I’d like to take Keith out for a pint of bitter ANY time AT ALL… *hint hint*
So here goes.
Name: Peter Blair Denis Bernard Noone – what a mouthful! Imagine introducing yourself with all those middle names! One’s normally enough for people!
DoB: 5 November 1947. Bean once said in an interview that he did everything on his birthday, and my mind boggled! I also wondered if that included celebrating Bonfire Night… But, I mean, imagine, doing every single conceivable thing it is possible to do in the space of 24 hours. You gotta respect that kind of person. Especially if they take the rest of the year off! Imagine: “Want to come to mine tonight to watch the match, Pete?” “What’s the date?” “29th January” “Nope, sorry, can I rearrange it to 5th November? That’s my Doing Things Day!”
Hair Colour: Don’t ask. I’ve no idea what colour he’s dyed it, it looks strawberry blond, but in the good old days it was dark blond/light brown depending on what light he was in. It’s also worth a mention that Herman’s Hermits were possibly the most blond male rock band of the 60s, with three out of five of them being blond.
Eye Colour: How could you not notice those lovely big blue eyes of his?! *fights the strong urge to cuddle Peter tightly just for having lovely eyes*
Height: 5’10”.
Lives: California, USA. England was never good enough apparently. HMPH! It’s okay for me, I quite like it here!!
Marital Status: Married with one daughter.
Played: Football in his spare time, I think! He sang all the songs, absolutely fantastically, may I add! Although I loved Keith singing that bit in the song on Mrs Brown with Stanley Holloway, cos he looked so cute and lovely and I want to marry him NOW!!!!!
What I’d do if he read this page: I’d be incredibly embarrassed, actually, and hope that he hasn’t taken offence to anything I’ve said that could be taken out of context! This website isn’t FOR Herman’s Hermits, it’s just ABOUT them so that the teenybopping 60s throwbacks among us can have a good old perve!
Best Peter Quote: My all time favourite quote was “It got to the stage where I was knocking on Mickie’s door saying ‘How about, Mrs GREEN You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter’?!” or “Everyone else from Britain was singing like *sings in American accent* ‘Can’t buy me looooooove!’, and there was me going *sings in strong British accent* ‘Mrs Brown you’ve got a luvvly dorrteeerrrr!’!” in an interview with all of them from a couple of years ago. Alternatively, there’s this mad bit in Mrs Brown which reminded me so much of the way I quote stuff all the time just to annoy or confuse or even scare people:
GRANDMA: Now, do hurry, you’ve got porridge!
PETER: Have I? Where?! [lifts up his shirt and looks on his trousers]
GRANDMA: In the kitchen.
PETER: Turn in your passports, lads…
PETER: All ye who enter here… are stuck!
PETER: [in squeaky voice] Curtsey does it! [in deep voice] Colonel Tulley to inspect the outhouse. [goes into outside toilet]
GRANDMA: Stop muckin’ about, and don’t let me have to tell you again!
PETER: [in deep voice] You’re well out of line, you noncompoop!
PETER: [in squeaky voice] What’s a noncompoop, sir?
PETER: [in deep voice] A non-commissioned nincompoop, you clot!
PETER: [in deep voice] And above all, remember! You’re not Britain, you’re Manchester!
There you go, a page all about Petah! Don’t you feel better?? Hope so, and if not, go and look at the Keith page, that always cheers me up!
This is also from hermanshermits.com, on Peter’s bio page, and my mind just totally boggled beyond belief, so I’m putting it down here:
Likes: Being on stage and using his imagination.
It’s the bassist part of me that’s making me think all sorts of rude things, I’m telling you. Bass playing must be a destiny for some people, all the arty type people who want to make statements play lead guitar, all the show-offs sing lead, and all the perves play bass. I’m sure of it.
If you have any comments about the wonderful Noone The Loon, then please email them to me, and I’ll put them up here! Cheers!