Before I even met Davy Jones I was determined NOT to like him! It’s a very funny story that I’d like to tell you about. From the minute I found out I would be singing on the Monkees’ London concerts my little sister, who’s eight years old, was knocked out, absolutely thrilled because she’s mad about Davy Jones.
Then a few girlfriends of mine said to me, “Oh, I’ll bet you’re going to fall for that Davy!” So I said, “Oh, no!” I thought he’s probably a smug little twit, really terrible things that I hate myself for now, but I was determined that I wasn’t even going to like him! Everybody adores him—a-dor-able Davy Jones.
Met other Monkees
So I was at the theater for rehearsals and the Monkees were all rehearsing. I went in and I know Sammy Juste very well and she introduced me to Micky. Then Peter came over and introduced himself and I don’t know where Mike was but we didn’t meet until later.
That night Mike came into my dressing room before the show started and we chatted and it was lovely. I didn’t even meet Davy, but I really wasn’t bothered because I thought, “Augh. All these stories are so untrue like everybody loves him and he’s so nice.”
I figured he’d be a real little horror. It really wasn’t a nice thing to do especially when you’re in this business, because I know people have thought that about me. But I was thinking that way and I made no effort to talk to him at all. I was getting on well with Peter and the others and then Davy came in and he chatted very nonchalantly and said, “hi” and then he left.
Meet Davy’s sisters
I really didn’t get to talk to Davy until the next day. He had brought his father and sisters down from Manchester to see the concerts.
So he knocked on my door and he said, “I hate to bother you, I know it’s a big drag and everything, but would you mind signing a few autographs.” I thought, “Oh, that’s nice.” I thought it was very considerate of him to be so nice about asking me.
Then he left and he came back a while later and he said, “I hate to do this and I don’t want to bother you, but I brought my sisters down and they’d just love to meet you. Would you come and meet them?”
Davy was considerate
I thought, “Oh, isn’t he sweet!” So I went in and met his sisters and they were very nice. They said, “Well, we’ve come to see you and not him, you know!” and we all got on very well.
Then Davy said, “I think Lulu has to go,” and I said, “No, I don’t.” I found out later Davy wrote in a magazine that he said that because he thought I’d want to get away and when I said no he couldn’t believe it.
We really got on well after that. After the concerts I got a big party together with the Beatles and the Monkees at the Speakeasy Club, but Davy wasn’t there because he went back to Manchester with his father.