tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38519501.post2113773802976977789..comments2024-03-28T21:49:02.667+00:00Comments on History is made at night: Remembering Katy WatsonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38519501.post-73800369376891198162012-05-17T15:24:49.489+01:002012-05-17T15:24:49.489+01:00I used to live in a Co-op house with Katy on Josep...I used to live in a Co-op house with Katy on Josephine Avenue in Brixton. We lost touch but I'd occasionally bump into her and Orla mostly in the Wholefood shop. Katy was the most fair and just person in 52 - she was a delight to live with....<br /><br />Yesterday (Wednesday 16th May) in order to still my mind I went for a walk in Brockwell Park and I eventually sat on the bench which was dedicated to Katy and this is how I discovered Katy had died.<br /><br />I just want to share with others my feelings: this amazing woman created a wonderful life for herself and her family and she definitely left her footprint of a value creating life ~ Katy's spirit is eternal.<br /><br />Love to Katy and Family.<br /><br />AyseAysenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38519501.post-27153499806183223582010-07-26T23:05:16.247+01:002010-07-26T23:05:16.247+01:00Lovely to hear from you Julie, yes Katy told me ab...Lovely to hear from you Julie, yes Katy told me about her teenage Teardrop Explodes fixation. I actually have some other Katy stuff, including an interview of her reminiscing about the Reading years. She mentioned going out to the Rising Sun. Email me transpontine@btinternet.com and I will send you the transcript. By the way, do you have any old photos of Katy>.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17026835814805695527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38519501.post-86156985536482996742010-07-26T14:38:58.983+01:002010-07-26T14:38:58.983+01:00Thank you for those lovely memories.
I'm not...Thank you for those lovely memories.<br /><br /> I'm not sure you'll see this as its so long after the event, but I have only just discovered Katy's obituray and your blog.<br /><br />Katy and I were best friends as teenagers in Reading but we regretably lost touch after my father died when we were 16 and I changed schools. I'm sorry I never managed to contact her and feel stupid for not trying harder to find her.<br /><br />For happier memories though, she was a music obsessive even as a teenager. We would complete on saturdays about who had bought the most obscure indy single from our local Our Price, the Higsons, Department S and of course her beloved Julian Cope and the Teardrop Explodes! We occassionally went out to see bands at the Uni but her mother was not keen on us going out to over 18 gigs when we were so young, and I think thought I was a bad influence. I think she relented on the night we saw New Order their first gigs after the demise of Joy Division.<br /><br />In those days she had a full head of thick curly brown hair that she hated but I envied. She also played classical guitar to quite a good standard too and was often trying to write her own songs in her beautiful handwriting. We both had matching Shaffer fountain pens, although hers had her name engraved on (I think I still have it, but I don't remember why). I'm not surprised reading about all her writing, she wrote so prolifically as a teenager, even if it was just her diary.<br /><br />It is one of real my regrets that we lost touch as I really admired her, she was so bright intelligent and creative.<br /><br />My heart and condolences go out to her family and her children, I'm sure she left a big gap in their lives.julie (nicholson) genneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01119383229506229641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38519501.post-38991927825012600412008-09-24T03:55:00.000+01:002008-09-24T03:55:00.000+01:00"I sometimes wonder whether punks from far off cor..."I sometimes wonder whether punks from far off corners of the world, armed only with a contact address from some old zine, still wander up Railton Rd searching for the place"<BR/><BR/>They did for several years after it was evicted. Some neighbours and I sit on our front steps in summer and I remember being asked for the 121 often by tired punks and crusties with heavy rucksacks. It was a shame to have to give them the news that the famous 121 had been evicted and was now nothing more than a couple of poorly converted flats. Those flats must have got some interesting mail for awhile though.<BR/><BR/>Paul BAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38519501.post-64473554001911004542008-09-22T08:02:00.000+01:002008-09-22T08:02:00.000+01:00Thanks Paul, good to hear that the memory of 121 i...Thanks Paul, good to hear that the memory of 121 is still treasured by some Railton Rd residents. I sometimes wonder whether punks from far off corners of the world, armed only with a contact address from some old zine, still wander up Railton Rd searching for place..https://www.blogger.com/profile/17026835814805695527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38519501.post-83786637486531471082008-09-22T02:34:00.000+01:002008-09-22T02:34:00.000+01:00I live 10 houses away from where the old 121 squat...I live 10 houses away from where the old 121 squat centre was in Brixton. I used to go to events and parties there too. I didn't know Katy, but the description here of her life and involvement in the squat parties of the late eighties and early nineties moved me to tears. Those times are gone now.<BR/><BR/>My sincere condolences to Katy's family and friends.<BR/><BR/>Paul B, Railton RoadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com