Clive

A British artistic, nonconformist, that’s been in LA for fifteen years. A chivalrous, cheeky, card. A wag, anomaly, unconventialist, quirk, a swain, idiosyncratic and ironic, (OK, get the Oxford out). A pert, particular, poetic, professional. A rare romantic roguish reliable rascalish rake, (meaning a dissolute man of fashion, or an implement for smoothing soil, you choose). A different, daring, dissident. A saucy, supercilious, supernatural, sensitive, scampish, scandalous, sentimentalist. . (Whoever is spreading the rumor in the US that saucy is bawdy is wrong, and needs working on. Saucy is impudent and cheeky, (or Colloq), smart- looking, or again, depending on the circumstances, suggestive. Bawdy is indecent and coarse and I would like to meet the person that calls me that). An erudite, enviable, earnest, egghead. disonest as the day is long. My earliest recollection was when I was about 2 years old. I was in the back seat of my dad’s car, in a traffic jam, on a busy highway, back in the UK. And a trendy, convertible sports car pulled up next to my father’s car. Seated in the driving seat was a man of about thirty, who appeared to be quite hip and full of himself, enjoying his music on his radio, on this hot summer day.