Her mum Melody also fancied me something rotten, but I swear I never laid a finger on her. The Whispering Swarm in my ear stopped the moment I got back to Alsacia and I soon embarked on a passionate affair with Moll.
“And, by the way, Friar Isidore and the rest of the lads are wondering when you are going to come back to Alsacia. “Give us a toke on that joint,” Sam croaked. He was about to say something else when Sam the Raven flew by. “You’re too much of a space cadet even for me,” he said wistfully. Something had to give and eventually Syd Barrett gave me the sack. Anyway, for some reason that now escapes me, I ended up getting married to someone called Heather and we ended up having two daughters whose names I am sure will also come back to me at some point.įor the next few weeks I worked really hard, writing about 20 books and editing a couple of magazines in the day and playing guitar for Pink Floyd in the evening. I don’t know what it was about me, but they all wanted to sleep with me and it seemed rude not to oblige. Sweet bloke but not the world’s greatest guitarist.Īfter I moved to Earl’s Court, I started seeing a lot of women. Most evenings I went to the pub where I would hang out with Jimi Hendrix. “I won’t do it again.” I meant it, too, and went straight back to work to write five books that afternoon. “It does funny things to your mind.” “Sorry Mum,” I said. “How many times have I told you not to do that LSD stuff, Michael?” she shouted. My mum gave me a right telling off when I got home. Just before I passed out, I could have sworn this fantastic looking woman called Moll Midnight gave me the come-on. “We’ve been expecting you.” Well, knock me down with a feather, if Prince Rupert and D’Artagnan weren’t sitting in the corner! “Wotcha lads,” I said. “Welcome to Alsacia, Mister Moorcock,” said Friar Isidore. “Tell you what, Allard,” I said one day, “why don’t you just piss off and crash your car?” He never gave me the credit for that.Ī fog descended and I found myself going through some gates in Carmelite Inn Chambers and came across an inn called The Swan With Two Necks. Miserable sod never liked anyone’s fiction but his own. I soon became quite well known and used to sit around in pubs with JG Allard. I loved reading Stendhal and Edgar Rice Burroughs, and by the age of 11 I was making a living from writing what would now be called fanzine fiction. I was born during the Blitz in 1940 and I’d stay out with my mate Keith until my mum called us in. I ’d say I was a fairly typical Londoner of my generation.
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