I can remember exactly where I was, what I was wearing and which stair I was about to step on when my brother, Mark, shouted down from our top floor flat that Nick Dingley had been killed in a fatal car crash in Los Angeles on December 9, 1984. For a split second after he’d relayed that news to me, I remember having to think about who Nick was – not because we did not talk about him, as we were all so pleased and proud to learn about his success – but, by then, everyone knew him as Razzle, the crazy, kamikaze-styled, ‘anything goes’, Glam Metal drummer who was living the lifestyle about which those of us who remembered him from school could only dream.
His existence in the fast lane of the best Hair Metal Bands felt like a fantasy life to which none of us on the Isle of Wight at that time were privy or could relate. Los Angeles? Neon Lights? Fast cars? Androgynous image? Lipstick and make-up? Chest-length hair? Partying for days on end? ‘Do or Die’ drinking bouts? World tours? Cult following? Nick Dingley…? Really? When I saw photos of Nick as Razzle, I had to look very long and hard just to convince myself that it really was the self-assured, happy-go-lucky, jolly joker of a lad we had all grown up with! (Full story available for 99p using PayPal)