by fat cherry » Thu Feb 25, 2010 2:51 pm
i was preparing to leave my teens but apart from that haven't a clue what I was doing. Depends when easter was that year, may have been in london where I was a stewdent, making a tit of myself falling for a girl way out of my league (her premiership to my vauxhall conference, but you know, aim high and all that) or at home wishing I was back in london chasing said piece of skirt (obviously in the 80s I learnt that referring to the ladees in such terms was not the done thing, only to be told in the 90s, courtesy of the gallagher bros it was indeed the correct way to address them, go figure) or down the local drinking tetley's mild telling my mates how much better everything was in london and thus endearing myself to them for ever. Who knows.
Chez.