“more norty tricks” / “played football, won 20-5, scored twice” / “Shared with S.B. in s.bag”
My diary makes this weekend sound like an utter bacchanalian event, interspersed only with food and the beautiful game?
Given the final subject matter however, the Benny Hill in me is trying hard not to say “surely I scored more than just the twice?!” Wey-hey!
So, “S.B” became the first woman I ever ‘slept’ with. A church weekend… I’ll repeat that again… a church weekend offered up my life’s introduction to ‘naked fumbling grubbiness’ and maybe the only time I could genuinely and honestly say “sorry darling, that has never happened to me before”
If religion was always like that weekend, there is a chance I might have actually stuck with it.
Excerpts from a 70's Teenage Rock Opera 