Still Bridget St John

I CAN'T RECALL ever having seen Bridget St John before although I owned her first couple of albums as the '60s wobbled into the '70s. Yet there she is in blue biro amongst the predominantly male singer-songwriters I listed meticulously on my 1970 Cousins membership card. I don't know what she looks or sounds like now, but as I sit on the Overground train to Dalston Kingsland on a Sunday evening in October 2023, I can almost touch the white gatefold sleeve of her 1969 debut album Ask Me No Questions, the debut release on John Peel's Dandelion label. I can hear her measured contralto and see her long hair tumbling to her shoulders as captured on the photograph on its inner sleeve. I am meeting two old friends from Cranbrook in Kent, a grammar school in the heart of Kent where I boarded between 1965 and 1970.