by Colin Newman
Back in the day, I screwed up my 2nd year of chef school for a simple reason. I met a guy. I was completely transfixed by him and I still gets flashes of that beautiful crooked smile. But he was straight. I was not. It would never work. One afternoon, he put this on the record player. We loved this tune and were dancing round getting very silly and...he kissed me. Totally freaked me out. I don't like being experimented on but we got passed that, I moved to Sheffield and we lost touch. Fast forward 15 years and I'm visiting the old haunts. Quite co-incidentally, bump into his brother. I ask after him and I'm told that shortly after I left for Sheffield, he became very depressed, started hanging out with the wrong crowd and within 18 months had OD'd on heroin. He had a girlfriend, a kid , had sold all of his beloved guitars for junk and never stopped talking about me. I wish I'd known. Bittersweet, but I always think of him when I hear this. Downer much?
Jammed: 26th May 2014