Nah. They just go to more parties, where they are happy.

David Davis

“More pressure on teenagers to have sex at Christmas.”

I would have thought it was the obvious time. Midwinter: priests are haranguing people: you’re cold and tired: there’s a party: there’s free alcohol provided by someone else: and of course it’s when Jesus Christ was born. So there. Go to it teenagers.

In 1966, at Christmas, I first cuddled my first proper girlfriend properly, in a big armchair, in a darkened room, while the softer slower record was put on at the party, by the parents of the host, in the other room. I was 14, she was 13. My friends in the same room were the same age or not much older. We were all in the “Lower Sixth”.

Now THAT was what we called “sex”! (But it was before sex was invented on the Wireless Tele Vision.)

I still wonder about her even today.


  • Dave:

    You could always find out…

    Meanwhile, from the same time-frame:



  • How can I find out, Tony? (I have tried, honest. Google, Facebook, etc are not what they are cracked up to be, if a person in normal and does not put references to him/herself about. that girl would not have been on such things if you had paid here even.) And, more to the point, what would be the point? It’s gone, 43 years ago, gone.

  • Dave:

    You could start with the school.

    Can you remember her birthday?

    With a (maiden) name and a D-O-B it should be possible to find almost anyone.

    You are probably right about the “what’s the point?” issue. But these things are like an itch that you can’t scratch.

    No, it’s not gone. For her or for you.

    “The past is another country. They do things differently there.”

    ‘I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.’

    — Roy Batty, Nexus-6 Replicant, from

    “Blade Runner” (dir. Ridley Scott), 1982

    I saw this film with you, then…


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