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Alison Moyet

Spoke to her a few weeks ago to offer an open invite to come and say hello again.

She's studying a lot at the moment as a mature student but still has the club at heart and I'm sure will come down someday.

When I left for Forest I received the loveliest letter from her and a bottle of champagne wishing me well and saying she'd always remember "our Stanley", which as you can imagine was a real thrill from such a legend!

Also, in her song "Blue" which is a love song to the club, there's a line in it that I only found recently!

I hope she comes home soon, abd a hearty congratulations on her award, fully deserved!


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Alison Moyet​

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Couple of things. Having only been to the Arsenal once when I was 13. Southend was the first game I ever went to under my own steam. 1977. SUFC is my team. I was a season ticket holder for a good number of years when i could still get baby sitters and could make my children spend saturdays round someone else's house. This is no longer the case but I don't suppose I am the only supporter for whom life gets in the way of selfish pursuits. I followed home and away (yes I live in Watford but the only time i ever went to Vicarage Road was when The Blues were playing there). Through the late 70's I played gigs sunday nights at Roots Hall countless times. I went to college in Southend. A basildon girl - Southend was my local club and I am proud of it. As for celebrity, what i loved about going to Roots Hall was being in the middle of a crowd of my people. People i grew up with. People with the same reference points as me. People with whom i became friends and were there to see the same thing that I was....not my sorry arse. What I love about being one of the crowd is exactly that. That I am no more significant than any other git that goes. Thank you to those who remember me there when the crowds were significantly smaller than of late and when i added my voice to the rest of you, from the west stand and not the directors box. I did not go to be some bizarre mascot. I went because I loved to go and get behind my team. As for me doing 'weight loss interviews', that is really unfair. I get asked questions I would rather not be asked, no more now than when I was fatter and was accused of eating all the pies. It has never been a great joy of mine. . It is not my choice that people are interested in things I think are irrelevant and personal to boot. As for me telling anyone to f*** off that is a blatant lie. I can't say i want to sing on the pitch that is true. I dont think everyone would appreciate it. Some might and some might think like the geezer here...what does some jumped up bird think she is doing claiming this club as hers. I am a fan...that is all. More than this, it cant be assumed that my choices are the same as that of my band. Just cos I'm free on a saturday doesn't mean they will be. Its not just turning up with a megaphone.
It might not have gone unnoticed but i was never in Elton John's league. i have nowhere near the spare cash to save a football club..even my football club and if I did help I wouldn't be telling everyone about it. Takes me onto my last point. Anyone that knows me knows I don't tend to get into dialogue with people i don't know. Might sound rum to some of you but there it is. Have always been that way...I am a singer, not a celebrity and not a spokes person and not socially comfortable. I have a team. My team is SUFC like the rest of you here. I can't tell you how bad it makes me feel that i have to justify this to you or that i need to defend my right to belong as a faceless supporter like any other in a place that for me was home.
Blah blah blah
ps. I give a ****. xxxxx
It was a great answer then and is still now.

Congrats on a wonderful career and the MBE, fully deserved imo.
 
How did Alison become "Alf"?
It was her nickname when she was a young Bazbird and has stuck ever since. It might be something that is common in Essex as I worked with an Alison in the early 70s and she was always known as Alf by us all.
 
It was her nickname when she was a young Bazbird and has stuck ever since. It might be something that is common in Essex as I worked with an Alison in the early 70s and she was always known as Alf by us all.
Thanks a lot.
 
How did Alison become "Alf"?
I often wondered whether it was thanks to a pet shop on the edge of Basildon market.

As kids we were frequent visitors there in the early/mid 70s despite never having a pet. Its resident in chief was Alfie, a minor bird, who had a rather anglo saxon vocabulary mostly thanks to visitors who delighted in trying to teach it a few new words.

Many a time you'd enter the shop only to be told by the bird to 'Fu%$ off'

Maybe Alf saw a kindred spirit and took on the mantle.
 
I often wondered whether it was thanks to a pet shop on the edge of Basildon market.

As kids we were frequent visitors there in the early/mid 70s despite never having a pet. Its resident in chief was Alfie, a minor bird, who had a rather anglo saxon vocabulary mostly thanks to visitors who delighted in trying to teach it a few new words.

Many a time you'd enter the shop only to be told by the bird to 'Fu%$ off'

Maybe Alf saw a kindred spirit and took on the mantle.
Thank you for your very interesting take on it.
 
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