|
'Es 'Erman the first, 'e is, 'ere at ULLABALOO we think 'e is fantastic and worth a long look at. Peter Noone is so popular, so rich, so young, so talented, so photogenic, so professional, so shrewd, so charming, so successful. Peter Noone is a phenomenon. come along with us, and get an idea of where Peter Noone is at, and why. You should be interested... and more than impressed. As so many have said, or have wanted to, MRS.NOONE
|
 |
 |
 Peter Blair Bernard Dennis Noone was born on November 5, 1947, in the Cottage Hospital in Urmston, England. Guy Fawke's Day, it was a national holiday celebrated with fireworks. I was born with a bang." His parents had been childhood sweethearts, who had married just before the end of the war.Their first child was a girl, two years Peter's senior. She sort of helped me through school, because I didn't really know anything. At lunch-time we used to have to eat food and I could never eat at lunchtime My sister taught me how to throw food under the table, since she'd been doing it for two years when I started. ~~Ours was like a chaotic household. We never did anything at normal times. My parents were at the University. My mother was at Cambridge and my father was at Edinburgh, studying for degrees and things when I was between 7 and 11, which was great. 'They were there most of the time I can remember, when they weren't, like on summer vacation, we used to stay in Edinburgh or Cambridge for six weeks, which was fantastic. My father was studying history and English. lie was going to be a teacher or a doctor. My grandfather worked at a factory. My mother and I would sometimes go to Edinburgh for a weekend." When I think of it, those were the great years, the sort of years you wish you could go back to. My mother was at Cambridge. She's like even intelligentas my father. I wouldn't say 'more,' but she's intelligent. She was studying things like economics, she's got fantastic degrees, like office-type degrees. My father's got all sort of rubbish degrees. like a degree in history and English and language and literature. I remember my parents coming back and explaining everything to me. I can't even remember where I was living then, I think with my grandmother. My grandparents lived in a place on the coast. It was great. "I remember my mother coming home from school and saying something like, '1 know it's been lousy, me being away and then she'd walk down the garden path and I knew she was leaving, and I'd say Come back, give me one more kiss.' Then one day she came back, and she said I'm never going away again'.It was the week she'd just started working in a factory as a company secretary. And she came and said 'This is why it's worth it, because now I'm going to be with you, and you'll appreciate me.' And she showed me her wage packet. It had eleven pounds in it! I'll never forget it. Eleven pounds... (now, about $32; then, much more) and my mother was only like 25, and eleven pounds to me was like fantastic. She explained that I'd be able to have everything, and that it had all been worth it. I'd never worried about money till I was about fifteen then I realized I was going to make a lot of money and be rich and have a big car - but I got over that. Every week I used to get an allowance. I'd spend it the same day I |
got it, on toys and things. When I was about six, this thing called Mecano came out - you could build things, and every week I used to buy a little bit more. I used to buy more of this and build great things. I once made a fantastic thing. What I did was get myself some paste and paper, and built like a skyscraper, and put all this paper stuff around it, and painted all windows on it, and people, and it had lifts up and down the side you could put things in it. "I collected things too. Stamps mostly. Like I'd write for stamps from Borneo, and every week there'd be a new stamp in England, and I'd write for that. "I was never constructive in those days. I've blown all that. Used to do drawings, and all my own cards." "I used to come in fifteenth in the art class, which always brought me down, because my things were always better than the other kids, but no one appreciated them They really were. Really much better than the other kids. I used to do things in all black, which everyone hates. All art masters hate black, don't they?" "The biggest thing in my life was football - soccer, you call it. We had a team called Manchester United and they were the champions of England. Every Saturday my grandfather would take me to the game and I would sit on his shoulders. I knew all the players. I caddied for them at the local course, and I read everything about them and followed every game, and I had my favorites and all. It was the most important thing in my life - I loved that team. Then one night a friend of mine came over when I was doing my studies, and he said "The Manchester United was in a plane crash,' but I didn't pay any attention. I just said,'Don't bother me, I'm doing my studies.' I don't think I even heard what he said." "The next morning on my way out, I saw the paper, and there it was. The plane had been taking off from Munich in a snowstorm. There was no information yet on survivors or anything. I brought my radio to school that day. They let me listen to it, and the teachers and other kids would ask me questions. Finally they just stopped the class and everyone stood around my desk and we listened to the reports. We were all sort of crying, or biting our lips. My favorite player, my hero, you know'? He was alive, but he died later in the hospital. The whole team was killed in that crash. God, I'll never forget that day." I had lots of odd jobs back then. Sold chances in the football pool, and I had a paper route. I got control of all the paper routes in town, and had all the kids working for me. I managed to put by quite a bit of money. "At school I was becoming sort of a character. It was a Catholic school, and I used to get into all these arguments about the authority of the Pope. Eventually I was asked not to come back. Then I attended a music conservatory, studied voice and theory. It was there that some people came looking for someone to play on a television show series, and I got it. A lousy part, it was, a dumb little kid. It didn't mean much to me. I started singing with groups around Manchester when I was about fifteen. I knew I was good, and so did everyone else. Every-one used to applaud for encores, and I was pretty much in a position to pick the musicians I wanted to back me up. '"When I had the group I wanted, I made a contract with them. It would last five years, and if everything went well, I would be rich when the time was over. And that's how it's happening, just as I planned it, just as I hoped it would be. To this moment, it's all working out. |
|
