“Viv came round in evening + listened to some records. Was at work all day”
We spent the evening sat on my bed listening to records.
I probably wanted to ‘mess about’ a bit but was reserved due to a) nerves and/or b) the possibility that either of my parents could barge into the room at any time.
I wonder if, whenever she heard “…Ziggy Stardust…” (likely) or “Brain Salad Surgery” (unlikely) later in her life, Viv’s mind goes back to this uneventful night in 1975?
“Hearing this reminds me… there was this speccy twat I dated for a while – always talking about music – never even tried to make a move on me… what an idiot“