It was 1977 and I had been living in the Big Smoke for 6 months having slowly migrated south via Rotherham and then 4 years enjoying the experience but failing the diploma at Leicester Poly. But here I was living the life – sharing a flat in Finchley Central (£4 a week rent I’ll have you know)– a first job, money in my back pocket and pretty much out on the razz most nights. It was the best of times.
We were invited to a party somewhere near Euston – in a hall of residence for the University of Iowa (yeah I was wondering where the hell that was at the time). I started going out with one of the girls there – Beth – my first proper relationship and we were in love – you know that special one, the one you will never ever forget, the one that simply cannot be repeated. Of course it was doomed – she was going back to the Midwest in a few months and we both accepted that we were just running towards the edge of a cliff. After 6 months she went back and I followed like a sick dog » Continue Reading.