In a previous life I kissed girls. Many and varied were they. Some hot, some not so. Some interesting, some not so. Some good experiences, some not so.
There was Michelle who worked for the police and had a terrible reputation, there was Gillian who was a swimmer and an accomplished self harmer, Orietta Lorenzini was wonderfully naive and once did a naked dance around my bedroom about a day or so before she sought out the morning after pill.
Kristel was a quarter German and had a terrible time with spirits bothering her at train stations. She was best friends with Shan until we split up and I started seeing Shan. Shanaz was, as I remember, a bit hairy and I occasionally helped her brother Shabaz with his homework.
There was Rebecca - not to be confused with Becki who I did not go out with - who was lovely but short lived because she was the sister of my best friend who was not best pleased when he found out. In turn she was not best pleased when, before I ended the relationship, she found out that I had been kissing Phillipa. She found this out when she saw me kissing Phillipa when, by chance, she found herself sitting five rows behind us at the cinema. Terrible timing.
There was Alison who I am still friends with now - I stole a crumpet from her parents' house and had a moment in the car park at the back of the dentist which resulted in gravel encrusted knees. Another one that I am still friends with now is Claire - she had the misfortune of going out with two people called Richard who both turned out to be big old gays.
I seem to remember a rich girl who fell down the stairs and broke her arm when she stuck it through the banisters on the way down - perhaps Sarah? I can't remember. There was another one whose name I forget but I do remember that she was a Christian body builder.
As an aside I would like to post this photograph in remembrance of Eartha Kitt who died on Christmas day 2008.
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Sunday, 4 January 2009
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My my you get around, what about the boys?!?
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