Adorable Eldritch and Patricia wannabes at the Sisters of Mercy convention at the Astoria in Leeds, 1989. I found the photo here, where there are lots of other great snaps of the Leeds alternative scene in the 80s and 90s.
There was, apparently, a lookalike contest at the Sisters of Mercy convention.
I wonder if this charming pair are the same people described by this journalist in their write up of the event:
Dallas spots Andrew Eldritch and Patricia Morrison! Shit!
Except, of course, it isn’t Andrew Eldritch and Patricia Morrison. But they look a heck of a lot like them. They’ll do.
Gary and Stephaney (“..N-E-Y, make sure you spell it right”) have travelled over from Hull. She’s 20 and training to be a hairdresser, he’s 23 and a “building preservation specialist .. a plasterer really,” he tells us, smiling.
Why are you here?
“Well, it’s the next best thing to going to a concert. They don’t do them anymore, and if they did it’d only be in big stadiums.”
It’s something we hear time and again through the day. They can’t see the Sisters live, so they come here instead. In poor old Gary and Stephaney’s case, it’s even worse, because they’ve never actually seen the band. Their disappointment is obvious.
I try to subtly steer the conversation around to the remarkable similarity between the pair of them and Andrew Eldritch and Patricia Morrison.
You look a lot like Andrew Eldritch and Patricia Morrison. Are you going to enter the lookalike contest?
Gary bursts out laughing.
“Dressing like this is .. pretentious anyway,” he explains. “Entering a lookalike contest would be just ridiculous.”
It’s difficult to take the piss when faced with such disarming and self-effacing honesty. These people aren’t the prancing posers we thought they would be. Dallas takes their picture and we go in search of wankers.