I did watch a film tonight, though, about a man remembering the
events of a childhood summer. I realised through a reference in the script that
these kids were exact contemporaries of mine, which explained why the popular
music on the soundtrack was so evocative for me. And he had his first
girlfriend that summer, just as I did. Mine was called Elaine Bailey. We moved
house during the winter and I didn’t see Elaine again until I bumped into her
at the factory where I had my first job after leaving school. She just about
remembered me, but only just. Life doesn’t always mirror art.
More dreaded happenings to come, so the blog might be a bit
sporadic for a while.
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