what does Simon Jones actually look like?
Yes that is me in the 'half face' picture, but I'll agree
it really doesn't give
to what I actually look like in 'every day life.' But then it wasn't
Someone once said I had an amorphous face, an expression which
had sent me clicking away to dictionary.com for an explanation. Of course from
my point of view I am nearly always the same aside from the odd few shades
of bottle blonde radically applied by enthusiastic trainee hair dressers in
the salon below my apartment.
In response to the many readers who ask me what I look like I could
have offered up with some carefully chosen 'publicity' style picture
you might find on the back of a novel. But where's the fun
in that? You want to see the face behind 'Meanwhile' right?
Well then, lets start from the beginning:
1980 - 1983
picture on the left was taken in a London photobooth and is the
first in a series of four in which I began to laugh hysterically
because the first flash really startled me. It was amusing to me
as a young man who had never sat in a photobooth before. I distinctly
recall that occasion. We were at Liverpool Street Station waiting
for a delayed train to take us home and to kill time my friends
decided I should spend fifty pence and have my picture taken.
The middle picture was in another photo booth at Chelmsford bus
station with my brother Peter (left). On the right I was flagrantly
committing several fashion violations while taking a picture of
as he took a picture of me.
1986 - 1990
is perhaps a sad fact that I can tell you that on the TV in the
background of the picture on the left is a Ferrari at the San Marino
Grand Prix in Imola. The picture was taken at the
sixteenth birthday 'gathering' of my then girlfriend. She lived
in a Vicarage so there was simply no possibility of a wild party.
On the right I have just crossed the Scottish border my friend
Mark Dawe in a chunky
old Russian made Orange Lada that I purchased for one hundred
and fifty pounds ahead of what was an epic
road trip to the most northern tip of Scotland.
1991 - 1992
realisation of a life long dream to live in America came in January
1992 just a few days after my twenty first birthday. On the left
my friends Josh and Kevin pose with me by Josh's huge blue Chevvy
truck that Josh once famously announced in some frustration that "it
doesn't exactly stop on a dime you know!" At
twenty one years old and being a huge U2 fan the trip to the nearby
Mojave Desert to pose with
Trees had an almost a pilgrimage like importance for me. After
leaving California it would be eleven years before I would once
again see my very great friends Josh and Kevin. (Check out my Reality
Radio show looking back on America 92')
1993 - 1994
returning to England I decided to move away from my hometown in
the south of England and move 'up north' to the Wirral peninsula
between Liverpool and the rolling hills of North Wales. For all
the pictures I have with me posing by a guitar I can still only
play three chords. Long hair, long coats and dark glasses were
the order of the day, a look that seemed to be a big hit with the
fairer sex at the time. ;-)
1995 - 1997
the mid nineties you wouldn't have often seen me without one of
what became my trademark beany hats. In that time I lived in a
small studio flat that backed onto Birkenhead
Park. It was a simple little flat in a big old converted merchants
house full of characters such as 'drunken Bob' and Peter who would
a venue for his noisy band to practice.
They would often have loud and animated discussions that
end in blows, especially if former conservative Prime Minister
Margaret Thatcher was ever mentioned. It was a fun place to live
and gave me many an anecdote to recount. (See 'Another
night in Birkenhell.')
1998 - 2000
1998 I traveled to the East Coast of America for the first of many
times. At the time I didn't have a video camera and, just as in
I wanted to capture the trip so I recorded loads of material on
a hand held tape cassette recorder and later compiled it as a Reality
2001 - 2003
Sporting peroxide blonde hair I decided to see if blondes really do have more fun. Certainly I can report that it's a lot of fun to look at yourself in the mirror and see someone a little different looking back at you.
2004 - 2007
As I head into my mid thirties I'm struck by the fact that I don't old. I always used to think that these years would feel different, but I think it's no exaggeration to say that I am enjoying my life more now than ever before!