When things changed he was unaware of the impact it would have on his life; he was about to find other interests than sport and theft! These were, in no particular order, well to be honest it is a particular order; girls, booze, parties and life! Girls were about to take over, or at least equal sport, booze had been around but now became more available and parties were the link that led to a new life, one that was suddenly thrust upon him and which he enthusiastically embraced.
He was at school in Liverpool, a place that was fast becoming the music capital of the world, but it also had great football, he supported Liverpool, great pubs, clubs and unlimited opportunities for a young lad eager to learn. School was never his raison d’être but more a means to an end; friends, fun and freedom! He had made good friends, some of whom had stood up for him and saved his bacon with Authority like A; others who gave him confidence to be himself like C and others who showed him what was available and possible. He stayed with A most weekends rather than go home and his parents didn’t seem to mind. Now as we have learned A had a special family, different, almost Bohemian and he revelled in it. He could smoke, drink and was almost encouraged to mix with the opposite sex! A’s sister was great she shared girl information and although he pretended to know, he was in fact innocent of such matters, so he listened and learned! The weekends were great; he was away from home, with friends and happy as there seemed to be a party of some sorts most weekends too. This was a time for him to put his dreams into practice. The confidence he had accrued enabled him to try things he maybe shouldn’t or wouldn’t have otherwise!
Postman’s knock was big back then and he loved it; what did it matter if you didn’t always strike luck with the prettiest girl, they were all ok and you could practise your technique, which let’s be honest wasn’t up to much, so it most likely was lucky he wasn’t with the one he had hoped to be with as she would have been disappointed! But he persevered and got better, once he learned French kissing and the art of using his tongue he really started to enjoy these brief encounters in a cupboard, behind a door or in a corner. He was always thought of as a sport because he would go with any girl whilst in reality he was glad of the opportunity to learn and quickly discovered that the best looking girls were not necessarily the best kissers and others had much more enthusiasm and technique; a lesson that he never forgot! A’s sister was a good example: she took a shine to him and was happy to share her considerable experience with him in a intimate manner, despite being several years older and engaged.
A typical Saturday night would involve getting ready together, leaving the house, having a smoke and discussing what lay ahead. Once you arrived it was a matter of getting a drink, usually beer, saying hello to those people you knew and hanging around until the action started often accompanied with giggling and awkwardness! When you were chosen you went off together and either had a quick peck if she didn’t fancy you or a long wet entwining of tongues, sometimes accompanied by sucking noises and more giggles before you went back into the room to either nods and admiring looks or silence and sympathy! If you were lucky you might persuade the girl to stay with you and after a while the others realised what had happened and continued the game without you.
At the end of the evening you usually went back home with your mates, all bragging about your success or making excuses for your failure but just happy to be together in the moment, young, happy and carefree.
This was the life he enjoyed out of school and he loved it but love of course doesn’t always run smoothly….
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