MANY YEARS ago when I mixed in musical circles I went to a party in South West London where I was approached by a young man. Our ages were roughly similar but he seemed young for his and I was not. He sat on my knee, grinned happily and said “You’re lovely! Will you go out with me?” (He was only human.)
Hard as it was to resist this overture I declined.…
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