took a cottage at Herne Bay for the whole summer. She went to live there for the summer holidays, with her parents visiting at weekends, so during the week we shacked up and played mummies and daddies. It was a glorious summer; we lay together in the post-coital glow listening to the waves break on the pebble beach outside accompanied by Irene Cara (on cassette, naturally.)
How can Herne Bay and the soundtrack from the Kids From Fame evoke such romantic memories? :sigh:
Oh youth! Youth! Why must your memory mock and torture us?
Do you have any romantic memories involving odd places, dubious music or fat ugly women?
September '92, Santander. Nigel Clough
David White was the fat, ugly bird. Horrid.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."