I will never tire of celebrating Toyah! I think I’ve said it all before but I still find it difficult to articulate just how important Toyah’s music, imagery and career have been to my life. She was there when I was an awkward 12-year old, a slightly less awkward 19-year old, a super confident 25-year old, a not so confident 44-year old and now, a sometimes optimistic, still curious, still questioning 59-year old! Indeed, the past few years have been great fun, sharing being a fan with my pals who I spend fantastic days with.
She was there when I was a kid, when my parents were alive, when I sat in class at school hating life, when I was a student at uni loving life, when I worked in a soul-destroying desk job, when I seriously struggled with my sexuality, when I accepted my sexuality…
I’ve met Toyah briefly a few times over the years and each time has always been difficult for me because I always feel unexplainably nervous, but this year – after 46 years – I finally had a photo with her and almost managed to relax. Almost!
She inspired me to be creative, her music has soundtracked my life – Cherished memories of playing the albums as a kid, on the bus to uni, on the train to and from work in Glasgow, or just playing my favourites on repeat in my bedroom as a teenager – and helped me through memorable happy days and very tough times – losing my Mum and Dad – her imagery brought, and brings, endless colour and light, her positive attitude has helped me be less pessimistic… I’ve forever found it fascinating that someone you, essentially, don’t know personally can bring so much to your life for close to 50 years.

PS. I’m not going to apologise for the selfies. They are just fun. People used to ask me why I was so camera shy. I never was, I just wasn’t particularly interested in taking photos, but in the last few years I’ve really enjoyed capturing moments. Life is short!