I remember my first ever kiss. I was in second year at Grammar school and he was in year four. Me and sis went on a joint date with his mate for a walk around the Valley Gardens. My date was called Mike Reid and he was the lead singer of a band. Sis’s date was called Jo or Vic and he was the drummer. They played their versions of Status Quo and Hawkwind in local youth clubs. Nice polite, ok guys really. I found Mike a million years later on Friends Reunited and he was still a sound guy.
To this day I can still see, feel and smell in my minds eye the kiss he gave me when he said goodnight. I had no idea what to do really and I ran inside and cried. I was clearly too young and it was beyond my social understanding and space invasion. And Brut stank.
I seem to remember me and sis taking the piss at one of their local church concerts a few months later. Like we were suddenly experienced women of the world.
Or just learning to have little respect for men.
