When he wasn’t lugging boxes at Bargain City, dear Jeff was mainly taking drugs, which eventually lead to his very sad expiration last year at the age of sixty. He will, however, be remembered forever as Kenickie, the Rizzo-shagging bad boy from Grease (seminal). Oh how we used to fantasize about Kenickie. Danny Zuko will always be my number one (Travolta coming soon on WOULD), but Kenickie had a special place in my heart. The diamond in the rough. The fact that he was a high school kid who looked about 35. The way in which he ate that double Polar Burger. The rebellious brown leather jacket. The vitriol we felt towards ugly Craterface when he sneered “gooooood, ‘cos we’re racin’ for pinks”. Ah, Jeff. Definitely NOT a dingleberry on parade . . .
(This is a special post for Greg Thorpe: Kenickie lover xx)