Wednesday Teatime Jane was born when I was in my mid-twenties. I’d moved back home and got a temporary job in an office. My fellow temp was an Annie Lennox lookalike lesbian (this was Annie with very short, spiky red hair as on the Touch album cover). I was doing a drawing class on Wednesday evenings and she offered to take me home for tea to fill the time between finishing work and the start of the class. She was living in a shared house with three gay guys, one of whom owned the house – a benevolent queen who ruled his kingdom from the attic room.
The fabulous West Hill house became my second home for several years, long after I’d finished my drawing course and had moved into my own shared flat just up the road. Ah, those wonderfully outrageous parties and the nights out clubbing with the housemates …. But back to Wednesday Teatime! Yes, she was born on those days I went to have tea before my class, in the chaotic kitchen where I had to wash the dishes first in order to have something clean to eat off. Where one day the queen from the attic swept down and named me: “Who’s this? Oh, it’s the Wednesday teatime girl!”.
So, Wednesday Teatime Jane was my nickname and also a kind of alter ego – a more confident, funny, adventurous and creative young woman who got a bit squashed at times on the journey.
She’s back now, bigger and bolder than ever, inspiring me and hopefully inspiring you.
Did you have a nickname and has it stuck?