SloshedandVexed)...challenged ...Jenray...Jenray challenged me, and at the bottom of this post I will challenge one of my friends, I am going to stick a pin in the list, so, I have to write a post, I have two choices of subject, (1) Childhood Sweethearts...(2) My Worst Holiday.
I select one of these and add my choice as a second and pass on the challenge.
Childhood sweethearts.
Sweethearts, I had a few, but, then again, too few to mention. I do remember Ruth, Carol, Wendy, but most of all Maureen. Maureen was lovely, she had a Saturday job in the florists in town and out side the window was the place that I stood for most of the day, Once I got to number 2 with Maureen.
Childhood today finishes, it seems, at about 7/8 years old, in my day it was about 12/13 years old and we, the boys, thought it was our private little game to number the "sexy" things that might happen on a "date".
This list is now, for the first time ever, going to be made public, and I suspect that it will awake memories in all fellows of my age.
(1)....Kiss on the lips.
(2)....Touch the breasts on the outside of the clothing.
(3)....Touch the breasts on the inside of the clothing.
(4)....Touch between the legs on the outside of the clothing.
(5)....Touch between the legs on the inside of the clothing.
(6)....Sex.
"I got to number 3 last night", You could be pretty sure that it was only to number 1 or 2, we always added 1 or 2 numbers.
The place for our romantic trysts was usually, The pig pens. no, not the dirty smelly places that you will imagine, unused for several years, a grassy patch with walled surrounds at the foot of the South Downs. Every day seemed to be warm and sunny.
I "grew up" and this tale is from a little later.
Its 1953, I am 15 years old and foreign languages are a foreign world. I went to West Tarring School and the teachers had enough trouble with teaching us English, I am working now, and I have never needed a foreign tongue.
Sitting with several pals in the ice cream parlour, lingering over a coffee, for far to long, in the proprietors opinion, we, we are sixteen years old, have no shame, and all eyes turn to watch as the I.C.P. (ice cream parlour ) is filled with young ladies, and it doesn't take us long to realise that they are from France.
Now we know all about French women, we have heard about the films that we are not allowed to see, we have heard about the books that we are not allowed to read, and we have hormones bursting out all over us. They ignore us, even though we invest in a record on the juke box, "Under the bridges of Paris with you". I don't tell my pals, but, I have a plan.
My sister, she had been to Davidson's School ( a bit "posher" than mine), she had been taught French, she could teach me.
I do not remember what she would have charged me for the lesson that I wanted, but, I must have thought it worthwhile, and it was only much later when I realised that she could have told me anything and I would have been none the wiser.
" Quell est votrer nom" and "Voo lay voo promenard avec mhwa" and that was the lesson over.
It worked, but that is another story.
p.s. for those that also didn't learn french, my sister said that the first phrase was, "What is your name?", and the second, "Will you come for a walk with me?". they might not be.
My challenge goes to, Murphymole, ( it's where the pin went) ( probably your magnetic personality ) the choice of subject are,
My worst holiday. or, The best party ever.
