George Michael …That boy on the train

I met George a few times, back in the days before he became a global superstar and we were both teenagers. The first time was on a train near Watford and I was standing by the door when he got on with a big bag which I helped him to heave into the carriage. He looked much like he does in this picture, and we chatted for the duration of the journey, and he was lovely, friendly and a bit shy. He was nervous too and said he was going to a
rehearsal, to sing, and asked me if I thought it would be alright? I said of course it would be. I remember wondering why he wasn’t more confident, because he was gorgeous and when you’re a teenager that can feel like the most important measure.

We talked about all kinds of nonsense until it was time for me to get off the train and I know it sounds daft, but I had an overwhelmingly starry feeling as I waved goodbye and wished him good luck. Or maybe it was just that he had made me feel good about myself. He had noticed me, been interested in me and seemed to care about my opinion, and that wasn’t something I was used to. Whatever it was, there was just something about that boy on the train. And I never forgot him.

The next time I met George was a few years later when he was on the cusp of becoming famous. It was in a nightclub in Watford, I can’t even remember what the club was called as I only remember being mesmerised by the beautiful guy singing and dancing on a small stage right in front of me. We chatted after his performance and again he asked for my opinion. If it was alright? Did I think people liked his performance? I felt keen to reassure him, to make him feel happy and relaxed. He had a vulnerability about him, and I remember feeling a bit motherly, like I wanted to look after him.

I’ve followed George’s career over the decades and felt numb on hearing the news yesterday. Christmas Day. And what a day to die? I wonder if he wondered if it would be alright? That boy on the train …

Luck and love

Alex x

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  1. Lisa says:

    I was studying in Paris in 1986. On my 21st birthday some friends and I went out dancing at Les Bain’s Douches…it was the most exciting and glamorous place, and the whole evening felt like a dream. We were wandering through the club and I say George Michael with a few other people standing in the corner. He looked like he wanted the walls to close in on him, so self conscious, because people were staring at him. Like every celebrity you see in person, he was smaller than I expected, and he looked very young (which he was). He stood there watching other people having a good time. It was the first time it occurred to me that fame could keep you from having fun. He looked sad. A sweet, sad boy.

  2. Lisa says:

    I was studying in Paris in 1986. On my 21st birthday some friends and I went out dancing at Les Bains Douches…it was the most exciting and glamorous place, and the whole evening felt like a dream. We were wandering through the club and I saw George Michael with a few other people standing in the corner. He looked like he wanted the walls to close in on him, so self conscious, because people were staring at him. Like every celebrity you see in person, he was smaller than I expected, and he looked very young (which he was). He stood there watching other people having a good time. It was the first time it occurred to me that fame could keep you from having fun. He looked sad. A sweet, sad boy.

  3. HelenSparkles says:

    I met him once, in the Groucho, so more surprising that I was there than George was. An acquaintance got talking to him and somehow we ended up having a drink with him and Bananarama. I wasn’t really a fan, not that I didn’t like his music, but I did think he was a lovely man. With all the stories of his generosity being revealed today, everyone can see exactly how lovely he was, and I hope that lingers much longer than the troubled star narrative.

  4. Donna Bennett says:

    It is so lovely when you can make a person feel comforted by kind words, not many people have this gift and it is a gift.I can never walk passed another human being without saying Hello or Good afternoon,many people are astounded that you have actually spoken to them,some stop and strike up a conversation,many walk passed and ignore me,but it makes be feel happy to share pleasantries I feel a careness that I cannot explain,but it makes me feel happy when the other person speaks out,I care what the other person feels. Like you putting George’s mind at rest,he lacked confidence and by talking to him you boosted his confidiece when he needed it you probably helped him on his Rehersal,because you believed in him he believed in himself.I was a sad day the day he die.it has been an awful year for our Celebs,I take it they are all together,having a concert in heaven,all I can say is it’s one gig I can wait to see..love and luck Alex,you will get see your boy on the train again one day.