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Mark Shaw Of Then Jerico: Things I Have Learned About Pain
Kat Duke , November 24th, 2009 06:28

In a frank and bizarre interview with Kat Duke, Mark Shaw of 80s pop group Then Jerico reveals he is a magnet for pain and accident. Pictures courtesy of James Mason and Mrs Cheeky

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Success is not that important to me; music is

After disbanding the original Then Jerico line-up in 1990, it was only a year before I got a solo album out (Almost co-produced by Andy Taylor of Duran Duran), but regaining the right to use the Then Jerico name was a real uphill struggle. I played countless gigs throughout the 90s but it was 1999 before a new album (Orgasmophobia, which included collaborations with Andy Taylor and Simple Minds’ Mick MacNeil), was released under the Then Jerico banner. Since then, however, it’s been a matter of staying out of trouble long enough to get a decent body of work together.

You’ve got to laugh at misfortune

Back in 1990 a witch doctor in Portugal predicted that I would have major career problems and a "life changing accident". I didn’t think much of it at the time but now what he said keeps coming back to me. To say I’ve been disaster prone is an understatement. I try to see the funny side of my misfortunes, though friends and fans get really pissed off when they see other people laughing at it, but it’s happened to me; I’m the one suffering.

The first major incident was getting my jaw badly broken after a KLR (Kitsch Lounge Riot), gig in London in 2002. These gigs are great mixed entertainment shows done with other artists and this one was the perfect Christmas celebration until some guy delivered an almighty right hook to my face (courtesy of a fistful of coins), for trying to protect a girl he’d been hassling. You could actually hear the crack as my jaw snapped and I had my Christmas lunch through a straw that year.

Don’t touch my hair; don’t touch my microphone – You can grab my cock, I’ve got no problem with that, but not the hair or the mic

In January 2004 I was playing another KLR gig, as part of a regular slot at London’s Café de Paris. We were packing the place out every Thursday night and during the last song of our set I would climb onto the PA stack and sing to whoever was at the end balcony table. Normally the highest rollers in the club have that table and, as part of the show, we’d give them a bit of razzamatazz and make them feel special. I would usually climb up the speakers, climb onto the balcony, unclip the mic lead, hand it to someone, run around the back of the balcony, run downstairs and through the crowd, get back onstage, pull the mic lead down and then come back into the song. I always did it and it worked pretty well for a long time.

That night the prick sitting at this VIP table had been putting Champagne bottles on top of the speaker stack, which kept falling into the crowd. Then he started actually throwing glasses off the balcony, one of which smashed on the sound mixer’s desk so when he put the faders up he cut himself. When a couple of them landed on the stage I thought "Fuck this." I climbed up the PA stack and started moving the bottles back onto the table so this idiot grabbed my microphone. Now, no one grabs my fucking microphone! I tried to snatch it back and he lunged at my lapel so I grabbed his tie but it was a bloody clip-on and came right off in my hand. Pure comic theatre, except I was dangerously teetering atop a 20 foot stack of speakers! As I fell backwards he went to take a swing at me. I swerved out of his way but at this point the whole lot was going to go; bottles, singer and around quarter of a ton of speakers were headed right into the crowd. I had no choice but to jump. I just managed to see a little gap in the crowd to aim for but the steel-sprung dance floor had a metal ring around it and unfortunately when I jumped I landed right on that steel ring. Both of my legs went straight into my feet and I instantly shattered both of my heels.

Your whole system goes into shock and you just can’t feel the pain… at first

I was so full of adrenaline that, as I was lying there on the floor, I was still singing so the band thought I was fine, but every time I tried to stand up I just toppled over. When the lights went down I crawled to the stage and the MC asked if I was OK at which point the alarm was raised. Initially I couldn’t quite comprehend how badly I was damaged; the adrenaline numbs you to it at first. It was when I got to hospital that the shock wore off and I started screaming.

X-rays showed a double calcaneal multiple fracture; in other words, my heels were destroyed. My left heel had gone into five pieces and the right had just shattered into powder. The surgeon told me, “It’s mush in there so we’re going to have to take most of your foot off.” I said, “You’re not fucking doing that so forget it!”

In hospital I was shaking and trying to beat the pain. It might have been the morphine but all these new songs started coming to me. I kept writing lyrics down to distract me from the agony. It was the only way I could focus through all the confusion. In those situations you discover ways of dealing with the pain and the mess and the morphine haze. Unfortunately, soon afterwards, a few new bands emerged, like Keane, for instance, whose work sounded similar to the stuff I’d written so I scrapped the lot.

Having point-blank refused major surgery the doctors had simply packed and elevated my feet and eventually some of the bone fragments actually fused and reformed. I still need some surgery now and I have very bad arthritis but I have good days and bad days. I was in hospital for eight weeks and spent another three months in a wheelchair and a further three using the wheelchair and crutches. I didn’t go upstairs in my house for six months! After about a year I did a couple of KLR gigs on my crutches and I remember the boxer Barry McGuigan saying to me “You’re a true professional. You got back on that stage on your crutches; good man.” If anyone knows what it is to take some knocks and get right back up, he does.

I do have a temper

We’d done a lot of gigs for the troops, playing what they call "active war theatres" in locations where our forces are actually engaged in combat. So, as soon as was possible, we picked that up again and went to play at the NATO military base near Adana in Turkey. We had to fly to Baghdad to get a transfer to Turkey and I swiftly learned how bad for your health it can be to fly into Muslim territory with dancers in short skirts. On the plane, we were seated near some important dignitary with a very big, very aggressive bodyguard who kept grabbing the girls’ legs and calling them sluts. I told him to fuck off on no uncertain terms and when we landed, I was about to disembark when suddenly this big guy pushed through the stewardesses and tried to throw me down the plane’s steps. I fell down two or three rungs and just managed to grab the rail but I twisted my foot badly so that set me back and I had to do the gigs in a wheelchair and not just on crutches as planned.

Frustrated at being back in the wheelchair, at one gig I decided to climb up onto the armrests, to sit up and sing a bit higher. Of course the whole wheelchair went out from under me and I went over backwards and smashed my head on the drum riser. Typical me I kept going and even crawled over to the troops in the front row to sing and they loved that. They reckoned I was a survivor.

You learn a lot about people from a wheelchair

When you’re in a wheelchair kids just come up to you and say “What happened?”, but adults will look at the person you are with and say “Does he speak?”, because they assume you’re mentally deficient or something. It’s been interesting to get that insight. It makes you think about what it’s like to be face to face with a car at eye level too, particularly at the back where you get a face full of exhaust fumes. It’s like being a small child again. People push in front of you in queues and things as well so you learn a lot about human nature.

In 2006 I gashed my leg open, right to the bone, at a gig I was doing with the SAS Band, (a collective with Tony Hadley of Spandau Ballet, Paul Young, members of Queen and various other artists). It was at a Pontins in Wales somewhere and the guy who was supposed to be building the stage was pissed out of his face and had spent the afternoon asleep in his cabin. There were two stages, one for all the TV monitors and one for the band, and as I came running on I fell in the gap between the two (which was totally unlit and unmarked), and smashed my shin against the side of the stage. There wasn’t even a medic onsite so off I went to yet another hospital. Once the nurse lifted the flap of sliced skin on my shin she found loads of shards of metal embedded in there. It was revolting but at least I’ve got a decent scar to show off for that one.

It doesn’t take six guys to knock a cripple down does it?

Even on the way home from a gig in Buxton, Somerset in 2007 I managed to end up in hospital. I’d stopped for some fish and chips in the town centre and some guys jumped me for looking at one of their girlfriends; I was looking at the foul-mouthed dog in disgust, not lust! These assholes started throwing my stick to one another and then I got nutted in the chest, which sent me flying, and I cut my head open on the pavement. My back and neck were badly bruised and couldn’t walk again for a couple of days.

It’s a massive irony that the next time I got hurt was on a train home from dealing with some of the legal fallout from the leg wound I suffered in Wales. I’d claimed compensation for it, as it cost me quite a few gigs and a lead part in a musical (I bled throughout the final audition), but Pontins were trying to counter-sue me for contributory negligence. To add insult to injury the firm I had sought compensation through, were shit and had gone bankrupt and were now pursuing me for some of the compensation I’d had to win representing myself! On the way back from the final court appearance in all this mess a particularly hysterical ticket inspector descended on me just as my lawyer, who had the train tickets, had gone to the toilet. After threatening to have me arrested for not having a ticket he came back to hassle me again just as the train was taking a sharp bend and I’d picked my stick up to steady myself. This idiot started wailing, “This man is trying to attack me, call the police.” So, calling his bluff, I shouted, “Police, police; any police on this train?” Six guys jump up who, unbeknownst to me, happened to be Royal Protection Squad undercover officers and ticket guy starts squealing that I’ve assaulted him and don’t have a ticket. The next thing I know I’ve got six guys pinning me to the floor in positional asphyxia and stomping all over my legs. Meanwhile another train official arrived and accused me of stealing teabags too! It later transpired that the dastardly teabag thief was some 5’6" blond guy in a beige suit.

Quite apart from my considerably superior height and dark hair, I wouldn’t be seen dead wearing beige.

It all would have been laughable but by the time my lawyer materialised we had pulled into the station in London, the British Transport Police had been called in and I was being dragged along the platform screaming, “I can’t walk, I can’t walk.” I tried to nut the copper who was dragging me, my legs hurt so much, and eventually they got me a wheelchair but it was all so crazy I ended up breaking into a loud rendition of I Fought The Law as they wheeled me off.

I’ve spent my life in police stations, nightclubs and hospitals

Last April I was nearly killed. On the way home from a gig with the Alabama 3 (the greatest band in the world), I stopped into the corner shop about 200 yards from my front door. As I came out of the shop there were six youths coming towards me. I kept out of their way but one of them just came right at me with a brutal shoulder-charge and then just punched me really hard in the nose. There was claret everywhere! I had a beautiful steel cane I’d bought in New Orleans, with an ornate (and spiky), dragon’s head on it, and the next thing I know these thugs had surrounded me, grabbed my stick and started smashing me around the head with it. I couldn’t see for all the blood in my eyes but I was only a few feet from the shop so I put my head down and just ran for it. The bastards followed me but the shop guys sprung to action wielding baseball bats and got them out. Then I lost it and started screaming abuse and one of the gang was like, “Fuck you, come and get me." I was so furious I actually went to go after him but then I collapsed on the pavement.

The police got me to hospital, after a couple of highly appropriate cracks to passers by that it wasn’t them who’d beaten me up (this time), but having begged the staff there for help, to no avail, security kicked me out of the hospital for being difficult. It’s disgusting how they treat you sometimes. I had to walk up the street I’d just been beaten up on feeling bloody terrified and limping without my stick. There were rivers of blood pouring out if my head. When I made it home my flatmate got the police and they took me back to hospital to actually get treated. The picture of my face The Sun published that week tells a vivid story in itself; I shudder when I see it now. I ended up with a broken nose, cracked jaw (there goes the jaw again), five holes in my skull and twenty four stitches! The shop’s CCTV footage of the attack disappeared, following a visit from a gang flashing knives, but lots of serious people I know have said “We’ll find them and we’ll sort them out for you Mark,” but I’m not a vigilante and besides, I’ll see them one day sort it out.

People often think you’re drunk if you can’t walk; it’s quite a common thing

I’d love to think I can just get on with finishing the new album I’ve been working on now with no further nasty episodes but even last Autumn I managed to rupture my spleen and break a couple of ribs. I was in Camden tube station when some hoodies running from the police came haring down the escalator I was standing on and sent everyone flying. I came off worst because I was off-balance with my stick. To be honest I often forget I can’t walk properly anymore. There’s even footage on You Tube of me falling about on stage one time because of it. I threw my stick and tambourine in the air during a performance but lost my balance as I was trying to catch them. I crawled up to the guitarist, who was wetting himself, and I was laughing so much that when I then ran to the front of the stage I tripped over a lead and went flying into the front row. People have asked me if I was drunk but I was singing clearly throughout, as always, and I can honestly say that I was sober as a judge.

I said ages ago that this 80s revival shit will take the bands down with them

It’s great to be back in the studio now and I’m glad I didn’t go near any of those 80’s revival tours, though god knows I was asked to enough times. Then Jerico’s a fluid situation with no set, permanent line-up but I have some great musicians around me and we’ll be touring for most of next year . . . if all goes to plan and I can stay out of the emergency room.

Then Jerico’s new album, currently going under the working title Rictus Smile, is scheduled for release next April and you can see Mark and the boys live for an acoustic gig at London’s The Mercer on November 27th.

E mail The Mercer at and mention The Quietus to get onto the free guest list. See the official Then Jerico website or the band's My Space page for details of further gigs as they are announced.

John Doran
Nov 24, 2009 1:01pm

This is one of my favourite Quietus interviews to date . . .

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Nov 24, 2009 1:49pm

Amazing, if disturbing, stuff. Loved this:

"I had to do the gigs in a wheelchair and not just on crutches as planned."

I guess all things are relative!

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Nov 24, 2009 1:56pm

"a witch doctor in Portugal predicted that I would have major career problems"

*I* could have told him that.

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Nov 24, 2009 6:46pm

This is the fucking funniest thing I've ever read!
Lovely stuff.

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Big stu
Nov 24, 2009 9:59pm

Brillant you wouldn't find this anywhere else. Keep on keeping on.

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Nov 27, 2009 10:58am

I feel for the guy. Shame he never sorted himself out.

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Nov 27, 2009 2:55pm

In reply to Fan:

Sorted himself out as in gigging and releasing a new album - Doesn't get much more sorted than that does it?

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Snowy White
Nov 29, 2009 9:09pm

So I opened my front door to get the milk in and the next thing I know there are ten black ops plausably deniable assets in boiler suits binding my wrists with industrial tie-wraps and bundling me into a burlap sack. Turns out they were trying to extraordinarily render me to a secret prison in Bulgaria because they thought my eighties standard "Sweet Bird of Paradise" was a Jihadist call to arms directly responsible for the creation of the Mujahedeen.

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John Tatlock
Dec 3, 2009 12:30am

Fuck me, this is insane.

Whodathunkit? Then Jerico frontman turns out to be as hard rocking as Iggy Pop. I bet he's a fucking nightmare down the pub.

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Dec 14, 2009 12:48pm

It's great to see an account of events in Mark's own words instead of other peoples opinions! Keep working and out of hospital if you can!! Looking forward to the new album.

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Mark Shaw
Dec 28, 2009 2:40am

In reply to John Tatlock:

Thank you John. The pints are on you mate!

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Mark Shaw
Dec 28, 2009 2:53am

In reply to Jude:

Hey Jude (How many times have you heard that before ?)
Thank you so much for your kind words and support. God bless you mate. Mark.

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jerry delaney
Jan 3, 2010 7:29pm

There is so much injury mark has received i read this and find it incredulous so many injuries can happen to one person that are life threatening if not career breaking. most people would buckle after just one of these serious incidents. it saddens me some the cheap comments left by people, not recognising what has happened to him physically let alone mentally and emotionally.
i get the feeling he is at war with the world as the world seems to be at war with him, its just one long battle and endless slog..onto the next one and a future of doom it seems.
its certainly a vicious circle but i have picked up on the fact that london is not as safe and friendly as perhaps it was in the days gone by, that aggression and gangs are a real issue in and around mark's neighbourhood.
its a shame he could not perhaps live in a suburb outside of london and just travel in for studio and gigs...sometimes a place i think hold bad luck for you and this may be mark's case.
i have experience of this..having relocated to dorset last year for a brighter future i ended up moving back to northampton just under a year on. my son was almost killed by a driver who knocked him off his scooter, our bikes were stolen and my new line manager turned out to be a complete bully.. i thought to myself, whats the point in battling on and alone? it was not the right place so we moved back up and all has been fine. we will find our new area in the future but i will pick it wisely though where we had moved to was decent it was just not lucky for us.
i accepted it, we didnt fail, we had to try.
mark has proved he has tried and keeps trying, he has nothing to prove no more to others or to himself, he perhaps needs to re evaluate his circumstances and everyday influences that could be making life like a battle rather than a breeze.
the very best of wishes for a trouble free 2010 and beyond, a new start!
jez, female 37, northampton

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Jan 6, 2010 10:23am

If he's not bothered about success,why did he have to fight so hard to use the Then Jerico name again?

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Jan 6, 2010 10:45am

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Exactly,he didn't go near any of those 80's revival's,but tried so hard to regain the band name that connects him to the 80's,just because he doesn't want to do that kind of thing,doesn't mean he should be slagging it off.I am a fan from the early days and I can't wait to hear a new album,Mark is without doubt a superb entertainer who clearly loves what he does,I've seen him in concert halls and in tiny pubs and he always gives the same level of performance no matter what the venue size.I do hope there is a real plan for an album in April and he's not just saying that,but even one or two songs would be great to hear.The Then Jerico albums are the only ones that will never be removed from my collection,I have such great memories of those songs and those shows from that time in my life,so for that Mark,I thank you,all the best and bring on the new tunes.

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David Bradley
Jan 8, 2010 2:28pm

This bloke was me and my mates fucking idol, went all over the country to watch this arsole. What a shame and complete waiste of talent, should have been fucking legend status by now.

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David Bradley
Jan 8, 2010 2:30pm

Still love the bloke though, in a blokey way.

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Jon Buscall
Jan 13, 2010 7:01pm

I saw TJ several times during their career, including a brilliant show at the Astoria when they were promoting First.

At one gig in Peterborough Mark delayed the concert by nearly 2 hours because he'd suffered a crack in his head at some club a few days previously (if I recall). From down the front of the stage we could see him smoking in the VIP area upstairs. The anticipation in the crowd was immense.

Of course, when he came on he was absolutely brilliant – until he passed out and was carried out by his two likely lads.

Then Jerico should have been massive but something didn't quite click with the public.
Shame really.

Keep out of trouble, Mark!

All the best.

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Jan 28, 2010 1:26pm

In reply to Mark Shaw:

I have never heard "Hey Jude" from you before so the comment is very welcome!! Take care. xx

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Mar 15, 2010 11:14am

Have you ever considered changing your name to 'lucky'? (come on, it's only what everyone that reads this article is thinking!)........I've never known anyone to have so many mishaps in one lifetime!.. I geniunely feel for you Mark and may you get luckier.

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Mar 15, 2010 4:13pm

Mark life is a learning curve, no pain no gain as they say?? That quote still confuses me. You made me laugh with your self comments lol.Great you still going and doing what you love so
Much love to you x Jak

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Mar 21, 2010 1:52pm

I sat with Mark and had a great chat after one of his gigs with the SAS band ( Tony Hadley and others ) in Gosport. He had/has? such style and an incredible voice. I am a massive fan. He should be superstar status now but I fear that his ability to self destruct overtook the chance. However, I would encourage him to get rid of all the demons and sing his heart out.

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Mar 23, 2010 12:50pm

I fucking love Mark Shaw, nobody makes music like him or interviews quite like him either - a unique if you will. Do think he needs to wrap himself in cotton wool for a while though.

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Sep 23, 2010 5:48pm

Wow Mark! What a story.. Was and still am a massive fan, looking forward to the new gigs coming up... May I suggest a good private health care policy? Although not sure they would cover you anymore, maybe only "3rd party fire and theft".... Lol...


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sarah c
Nov 17, 2010 6:57pm

Hi Mark,
just wanted to say 20 years on still love your music.Those classics really stand the test of time.
Any plans to visit Dublin when promoting your album?Can't promise you won't get beaten up though...:)

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sarah c
Nov 17, 2010 7:02pm

In reply to sarah c:

ooh I meant that in a jokey in can't promise you won't fall over etc..grovel grovel..
Look after yourself Mark xx

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Wendy Mullett
Jan 16, 2011 11:53pm

My comments about Mark Shaw of Then Jerico: It was a hormone response feeling of me in the late 80s listening to your creative words of deep emotion in the writing of your songs i was a fourteen year old at the time and could really feel at home could feel the music brilliant stuff, love you to release a new collection of songs

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Feb 11, 2011 10:37pm

In reply to Mark Shaw:

I have only just read this and is saddened by the story. I believe in karma, I treat people how I want to be treated, with love respect and dignity however my luck is crap and constantly get shit on by others so Mark I know where you're coming from. I am still stuck in the 80's and look back with such great memories of Then Jerico gigs and waiting outside hotels to meet you, then onto the Mark Shaw etc gigs. Great days! I would've caught you if you had fallen at one of the gigs I was at. Still loving you babes and hoping luck will shine on you, sending you love, luck, hugs and kisses! xx

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Fiona Middleton
May 12, 2011 6:14pm

In reply to Mark Shaw:

I want to comment but cannot even speak (or write). Should I laugh or cry. Have to laugh...coz that's what you did. You are either the unluckiest man alive or something is seriously wrong with your accident radar. Haha! Bless you. I came here by accident after going down memory lane through U-tube (nothing like U-tube in the '80s eh? ) and actually really enjoyed your post. Loved you in the '80s. You're a talented guy and should have gone further in my opinion. A great writer with (I'm guessing) too many demons. Loved your work. I miss originality like this these days. Been lost in work and life and all the shit that comes with it for 20 years. Glad I took a minute to step back and remember good old days. Thanks Mr Tiplady. I wish you a golden four leaf clover from this point on...hold tight onto it. Fiona. x

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Marina Carty
Jun 5, 2011 1:17am

This interview is just so sad. It is a bit like the 'tragic comedian' who is always getting into calamitous situations and tries to laugh their way through them whilst they are hurting inside. I adored Then Jerico and was very upset to read this interview.

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Jun 6, 2011 4:13pm

The Motive was one of the best songs of the 80s and Mark one of the best looking (only competition for me was Peter Cox). Like others I find this interview very sad and although I admit I could be wrong, I think alcohol is to blame. All the best Mark for the future - you were a truly gorgeous, talented man...and you are still in there somewhere. And thanks for your love of animals.

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Jun 13, 2011 8:13pm

I wasn't very old in the 80's but I remember meeting Mark in a bar in Wolverhampton in probably the early 90'sand the memory still makes me smile! He had a cut across his nose then!

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Jun 15, 2011 9:03pm

kay beckenham from your past dont no why i looked you up chows in knightisbbidge geourg no more said a sorry storyimay have
thought of you cos i recieved some exotic flowers

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Jul 1, 2011 11:56pm

I was having a clear out & came across my Then Jerico records. Loved the music back in the 80's & still love it now. Yes you have an immense talent that you probably didn't make the most of but you've got through the bad times & still have so many great things to look forward to. You still have a lot of public support. Get yourself over to N Ireland for a few gigs...I know plenty of fans who'll be there. Good luck & take care.

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Melissa Carnegie
Jul 29, 2011 4:18pm

Karma will get them all back Mark ... how are you doing these days? It's been a while - the last time I spoke to you was backstage after the Mercury Phoenix Trust gig at Shepherd's Bush Empire and you introduced me to the one and only Arthur Brown. Happy days ... Melissa from Balham xx

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Lisa Dransfield
Jan 14, 2012 10:50pm

Christ Mark what a frigging nightmare you have had! If I had a hat I would take it off to you! Bless you darling!

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Andy Winall
Apr 6, 2012 10:59pm

Saw you and a female companion ahead of me at a supermarket check out a few years ago, arguing over who was going to pay! Hilarious!

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David Michael Ward
Aug 26, 2012 6:58pm

I cannot believe the catalogue of things that have happened to you. It's amazing you are still breathing man let alone even thinking about launching a tour and an LP. Thought you were great when working with Andy; he really does have a great angle on music. I am really looking forward to seeing you guys live....never really had the money in my teens. All the best and stay clear of idiots and pissed people....i realise this is near impossible! Best of luck. David

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Mar 2, 2013 8:33am

Iknow Mark Tiplady Sorry changed his surname to Shaw!!! He always had delusions of grandeur and therefore created his own car crash thank god I escaped his smothering ego and yes Mark if you ever get this message you asked me why I did not have your baby that is the reason why. Your first band was called Dead Flowers I feel sympathy for you and wish you well sweetheart and sorry to see that you have had such a difficult journey in life. I Hope that reality has kicked in now and you have become a better person. Hey you do look like your Dad. Karma Mark

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Mar 2, 2013 8:34am

Iknow Mark Tiplady Sorry changed his surname to Shaw!!! He always had delusions of grandeur and therefore created his own car crash thank god I escaped his smothering ego and yes Mark if you ever get this message you asked me why I did not have your baby that is the reason why. Your first band was called Dead Flowers I feel sympathy for you and wish you well sweetheart and sorry to see that you have had such a difficult journey in life. I Hope that reality has kicked in now and you have become a better person. Hey you do look like your Dad. Karma Mark

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Mar 2, 2013 8:34am

Iknow Mark Tiplady Sorry changed his surname to Shaw!!! He always had delusions of grandeur and therefore created his own car crash thank god I escaped his smothering ego and yes Mark if you ever get this message you asked me why I did not have your baby that is the reason why. Your first band was called Dead Flowers I feel sympathy for you and wish you well sweetheart and sorry to see that you have had such a difficult journey in life. I Hope that reality has kicked in now and you have become a better person. Hey you do look like your Dad. Karma Mark

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Sheila Packham
Mar 15, 2013 9:23pm

In reply to :

I met Mark today (in a hospital - nothing unusual about then!) I didn't know him from Adam but he came across as a gentleman and clearly a lovely person. Hope he keeps his promise and we catch up with each other.

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May 30, 2013 7:45pm

Wow, we all have our vices/demons/misfortunes... I worked at the Marquee in the day and saw you guys at other places too, always great.
Sorted self out, trained as nurse but never got to look after you!
Ironically I was on way to the Grand last week and had an accident - was so annoyed to miss gig and spent eve in hospital.
Wish you and the band health and happiness and as was said, thank you for supporting animals..... xx

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Andrew Allen
Jul 2, 2014 12:07am

Mark, meet you at the bank machine today. I played rugby & you have more injuries than I plus a broken nose which I escaped despite playing front row & at a senior level. We need to have beers. loved that Roland Riveron interview in the Thames.

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Dec 6, 2014 12:48am

I honestly think "The Motive" is the single best pure pop song of the 80s.

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