PAUL50 | (TO MIC) It was 1983. I was eighteen and there were three things I loved almost as much as life itself – being a milkman, Renata and playing bass guitar in a punk rock band called The Molokos. Most of us worked at the Co-op dairy. There was me, Paul. |
JOHN50 | (TO MIC) And me, John, on lead guitar. |
PAUL50 | (TO MIC) George on rhythm guitar. |
JOHN50 | (TO MIC) And Albert on drums. |
PAUL50 | (TO JOHN50) And the singer, don’t forget the singer. |
JOHN50 | (TO MIC) Oh, yeah. Janice. She worked at the corner shop. |
PAUL50 | (TO MIC) It was love at first sight for me with Renata. |
JOHN50 | (TO PAUL 50) It wasn’t for her, though. |
PAUL18 | I’ve got a present for you, Renata. |
RENATA | What is it, Paul? |
PAUL18 | Two hundred milk checks. |
RENATA | You’re weird. |
PAUL18 | Why? |
RENATA | Getting up at the crack of dawn to ride round in a contraption you could walk faster than to drop bottles of milk on people’s doorsteps. |
PAUL18 | I don’t drop them. I place them, careful like. And I have to pick the empties up. And the milk checks. And collect the money at the end of the week. |
RENATA | Like I said: weird. |
PAUL50 | (TO MIC) Mrs. Jackson used to tease her about me. |
JOHN50 | (TO PAUL50) The manageress? |
PAUL50 | Yeah. Do you remember her? |
JACKSON | Loverboy’ll be here any minute, Renata. |
RENATA | He’s not my loverboy. |
JACKSON | He wishes he was. |
JACKSON | He’s here now. |
PAUL18 | I’ve brought you another present, Renata. |
RENATA | Don’t tell me – more milk checks. |
PAUL18 | How’d you guess? |
RENATA | I must be psychic. |
PAUL18 | What you doing tonight? |
RENATA | Washing my hair. |
PAUL18 | Why don’t you come to our band practice? |
RENATA | I’m washing my hair. |
PAUL18 | Your loss. |
JOHN50 | We all thought you’d never get off with her. |
PAUL50 | I didn’t think I ever would either. Anyway, forget about Renata for a minute. I was unloading the empties in the yard one day and Mrs. Jackson comes up to me. |
JACKSON | Could I have a word, Paul? |
PAUL18 | Yes, Mrs. Jackson. |
JACKSON | It’s 1983. |
PAUL18 | I know it is, Mrs. Jackson. |
JACKSON | Things are changing. |
PAUL18 | I know they are, Mrs. Jackson. Mrs. T’s seen to that. |
JACKSON | Milk rounds are becoming uneconomic. |
PAUL18 | Are they? |
JACKSON | I blame the supermarkets. |
PAUL18 | They’ve got a lot to answer for. |
JACKSON | The fact is, I’m going to have to let you go. Not just you. All of you. But you’re all young. You’ll soon find something else. |
PAUL18 | We won’t need to. The Molokos’ll hit the big time soon. |
JACKSON | That’s what I like to hear. |
PAUL18 | What about Renata? |
JACKSON | There’s no point keeping her on when there’s no milk checks to count. |
PAUL18 | I suppose not. |
PAUL50 | (TO MIC) That wasn’t the only shock that day. It was a Wednesday, so we had a band practice that night. (TO JOHN50) Do you remember? We used that back room at Brightlands Workingmen’s Club |
JOHN50 | (TO PAUL50) I’ll never forget the landlord’s face when he told us. (IMITATING THE LANDLORD) I’ve got some bad news. It’s 1983. Things are changing. Mrs. T’s seen to that. This’ll be your last band practice here. We’re closing down Friday. |
PAUL50 | (TO PAUL50) Then he gave you a note from Janice. |
JOHN50 | (TO PAUL 50) That’s right. (IMITATING JANICE) Hi, guys. Going solo. See you. |
PAUL50 | (TO JOHN50) She was the only one that knew the words. |
JOHN50 | (TO PAUL50) She was the only one who could sing! |
PAUL50 | (TO JOHN50) Then who should walk in but Renata. |
PAUL18 | Renata! What are you doing here? I thought you were washing your hair? |
RENATA | I changed my mind. I’ve heard you’re looking for a singer. |
JOHN18 | We are. But you’re not a singer, you’re a typist. |
RENATA | Janice was a shop assistant. |
PAUL18 | Do you know the words? |
RENATA | Some of them. |
PAUL18 | That’s more than the rest of us. (TO JOHN18) What have we got to lose? |
JOHN50 | TO MIC) It turned out she knew all the words. |
PAUL50 | (TO JOHN50) And she could sing in tune. (TO MIC) A few weeks later I saw an ad in the New Musical Express. I quote, “Unsigned bands wanted. Apply M. Eavis, Worthy Farm, Pilton, Somerset.” |
JOHN50 | (TO MIC) So we did. It was 1983. Glastonbury Festival wasn’t the monster it is now, but it was getting bigger. Curtis Mayfield and UB40 were headlining. A ticket would set you back £12. Things have changed a bit since then. |
PAUL50 | (TO MIC) Doing Glastonbury was the high point in the short history of The Molokos. We thought it would get us signed by a major label. It didn’t. It didn’t even get us signed by a minor label. |
JOHN50 | (TO MIC) It didn’t get us signed at all. |
PAUL50 | (TO MIC) After that we played a few of the workingmen’s clubs that hadn’t gone under, but the big time that I’d told Mrs. Jackson we were going to hit ... well, we didn’t and the band started to fall apart. |
JOHN50 | (TO MIC) George left first. Went to the local poly, read Law. He’s a solicitor now. |
PAUL50 | (TO JOHN50) Then you left to start your own company making computer chips. The rest of us hardly knew what a computer was back then. |
JOHN50 | (TO PAUL50) Your laptop wouldn’t work without the components I make now. Or your phone. Or your tablet. |
PAUL50 | (TO MIC) Finally, Albert left. Well, there were only the two of us left – him on drums, me on bass. What can you do with that? |
JOHN50 | (TO PAUL50) Drum and bass? Not much. |
PAUL50 | (TO MIC) Albert started his own drumming school – Beat It! he called it. It did well, still does, except his daughter does most of the teaching now – Albert’s hands are riddled with arthritis. As for me and Renata, we eventually got it together, got married and started a family. We’re back in the dairy business now. We run a chain of hipster ice cream parlours. There’s probably one on a high street near you. You can’t miss it. Just look for the sign. Moloko’s. |
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