Yeah, I wanted him so badly from the time I first saw him, through my (exploratory/// there is a better word) early adulthood!
Adventure is not really the word I would describe for life with an alcoholic partner, but for lack of a better word, here goes:
I moved in with Ty after I had written to him and his wife, asking if they could put me up for a while until I get myself settled finding a job at Great Ormond Street. I received a reply from Ivy I think explaining how she and the kids had left him and moved in with her mother in Cambridge. She added that Ty didn’t mind if I stayed in the Vic Park house for a bit! I could not believe it — not that Ivy had left him (that was hardly a big surprise given what she had to put up with), but that he perhaps finally could be mine!!
It was late 1975 and I arrived at Heathrow. As usual I was struggling with luggage, when a rocker type asked me if I needed any help. He then proceeded to tell me that he has just returned from Australia where he and his band had been touring. I had never heard of J McC, but I had heard of Wings. When his chauffeur came to help him with his bags, he offered to take me to Hackney and I thought to myself ‘why not’? I had already briefly explained that I was on my way to my digs with a friend in the eastend. He told me that he lived in Epping Forest, but that he would be glad to drop me off.
The journey was fine. I cannot remember exactly what we chatted about, but I do remember that there was definitely no spark! He asked me if I was sure that I did not want to go home with him when we finally arrived at Vic Park Road. I declined his ‘kind’ offer (a bird in the hand and all that) and thanked him profusely as I bade him farewell. The chauffeur brought my bags up the steps to the front door and I thanked him and waved as the limo drove left. I knocked at the door and down came Mr. Ty. All my dreams & hopes came rushing into a flash of excitement ….. I’m here…. he’s here….omg~
He was really glad to see me and did not seem too drunk. I told him about my ride from the airport and he told me how he had worked on a commercial for Venus and Mars fairly recently. I don’t quite know if I believed him, but it was believable, maybe not then, but certainly when his life was more on the game.
He regaled me with tales about ‘wicked’ Ivy and her venture into witchcraft, affairs with assorted men. Perhaps I nodded, but in my heart I figured that a more likely story was that Ivy had had enough living with an unstable, unpredictable potentially violent alcoholic and could take it no more. I thought back to my last visits in 1972 when I lived in Woolwich. Back then I was a student nurse at the Brooke/Memorial Hospital on Shooters Hill Road and Ivy whom I really loved, was his wife with 2 little kiddies living in their house on Vic Park. I lasted almost a year at the hospital, but depression, loneliness, and lousy marks finally won out and I left and went back home to Toronto in September, 1972, where I was luckily accepted into a Toronto school of nursing.
I know Ivy worked very very hard to keep up a reasonable home for her and her kids and considering, for one thing, that she had no hot running water, probably little money and that Ty no doubt lost one job after another and money would have been sorely lacking. I know she must have struggled major trying to live with the unreasonable partnership of Ty. I know she loved him, but with 2 little kids, one of whom was quite developmentally delayed, she was a braver soul than me. I have never heard from Ivy again. I hope she knows that despite my infatuation with her husband, I never really acted on it, other than being with her and him and dreaming. I give dear Ivy all the kudos in the world and hope that she found a better life for her and Tammi and Tim.
I slept in Timi’s old bedroom. I think they left about 2 or 3 months before I arrived. That room was on the first floor just by the water closet (with the pull chain and tank high up on the wall). There was another room by the front door and that was Tys mother’s bedroom. She lived in the basement where there was a whole other ‘flat’.
In the period of a year that we lived together, I don’t recall the day we first slept together…. or ‘consummated’ our relationship. I remember that I was very happy to move to the bedroom on the 3rd floor, which used to be the sitting room and was now Ty’s bedroom. Perhaps it wasn’t all sparks & lightning and the heaven’s opening, but I was very happy to at last be so close to the object of my desire!.