What Is Keith Playing At?

STOP IT! STOP THIS GORGEOUSNESS!*thud*

This is a question I have pondered for weeks.

Is he being gorgeous merely to kill me? I wouldn’t say I’m paranoid or anything, but there’s got to be a reason for it!

I can now no longer watch Mrs Brown You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter the whole way through because I have to keep stopping the tape so I can calm down again. He’s purposely being gorgeous just to murder me. I’m sure of it. I don’t know what it is I’m supposed to have done to deserve this sudden attack of gorgeousness, but if I stop breathing once more then I’m going to kark it, believe you me.

There’s only one thing for it. I’m going to have to start watching Hold On! more often.

Read this interview from 16 Magazine which was on hermanshermits.com, it’s about the stuff he loves. It’s just wonderful and I nearly had a heart attack. Although there was a great interview with Pete which I shall relate later.

KEITH HOPWOOD

*Spev screams loudly at the mere mention of the name… And realises how sad she is.*

I love reminiscing. It only takes one person to say, "Do you remember when - ?" and I can reminisce for hours and hours. Whenever I meet any old friends that I haven't seen for years, all we ever talk about is "old times."

Do you know, I’m exactly the same. Ask any of my friends from college, all we ever did was reminisce about the good old days! Honestly, we did. Example:

Spev: “Remember that time in English when we had a drama lesson and you were being Catherine and Mr McCahey was being Eddie and you were flirting like mad and going redder and redder?!”

Kathleen: “Oh, god, I never!”

Spev: “You did!”

Kathleen: “Well how about you when we did drama with Mr Bagley and we played that game where we had to get a tie from the middle of the hall?!”

Spev: “Oh I’d almost forgotten that!” *both burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter*

Honestly, we were like that All The Time!

I love collecting. Anything. I collect matchboxes, records, clothes. I have about 2050 albums and hundreds of matchboxes. I also collect weird masks or ornaments, a lot of which I bought when we visited Japan and other Eastern countries.

You would not believe the junk I collect. Seriously. Even the Bertie Bassetts from packets of Liquorice Allsorts!

Although I hate walking through crowded city streets, I love walking through a city in the middle of the night, when it is deserted and quiet, and everybody else is in bed.

I love that too! Walking out when its dark in a normally crowded place is really haunting and can give you SO much inspiration it’s just not true! I think it’s an artistic thing.

I love travelling and seeing new places and people every few months. Touring varies so much from country to country, and one thing 1 have always wanted to do is to see the world. Another thing I love about travelling is going home, which I think is the greatest place in the world.

I’d love to travel, and I’d especially love to go to America and Europe (well the bits of Europe I don’t live in already!), so if anyone is going and wants to take me with them, just get in touch!

I love recording, and everything about it. The whole atmosphere, as a number is worked on in the studio and finally pieced together, is so very exciting and creative.

Erm, can’t say I’ve noticed this, having never been in a recording studio in my life, but I guess he must have a point there!

I love crawling into bed when I'm tired, but only if I'm absolutely worn out. I also love enormous beds that you can get lost in and sleep in a different corner every night.

Did he have to mention beds? Did he really have to? Or was it just another ploy of his to make me collapse into a heap of quivering hormones?

It wasn’t just mentioning the word bed, it was the going on about crawling into beds… And the enormous beds you can get lost in and sleep in a different corner every night… Look, this sort of talk may be perfectly okay for a non-perverted rhythm guitarist, but for a bassist like me it can only lead to a hernia!

Keith, I now am aware of what you are up to and no longer shall I stand for it. I will become a Rolling Stones fan instead…………….

Actually that thought’s a bit too scary so I’m going to stay being a Herman’s Hermits fan. But please stop being so gorgeous. Either that or go around carrying a Government Health Warning or something. Thank you.

Back to THE BEGINNING!