Almost a clone of someone famous.

Christened a new name, a nickname, that literally replaced my own name. That happened to me starting in 1966 and the next 4 years following, it was "Twig", "Twiggy" or "The Twig".




Who Is She?

A London girl with eyes so wide,

 

With nowhere left for fear to hide.

 

In sixty-six, the world stood still,

 

To watch the rise of Twiggy’s will.

 

A haircut short, a frame so slight,

 

She turned the fashion scene to light.

 

No curves to show, just style and grace,

 

A modish, fresh, and young-girl face.

 

From Neasden high to worldwide fame,

 

She changed the game, she took the name.

 

A tiny spark, a great big story,

 

Leslie Hornby: icon glory.

 

And now I must confess-

 

It was AI, not me, that wrote all this.

 

 

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Written on 2026-03-24 at 01:21

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JohnJohn
Bowie sang….. Twigg the wonder kid,
All eyeballs legs and fashion,
Flat tits covered by flowery bits,
Carnaby Street where she looked at me,
From a seedy Wardor Steet open door,
Her come get me eye’s inviting me in,
£10 for a quick one me dear,
Said the red-light lady with a toothy smile,
I ran a mile,
Thats not Twigg, the wonder kid,
Mind you, £10 was a good offer,
But being watched by a Soho copper…..
Not today that you.
2026-03-24