Walking up to the church, I saw a pretty girl in front of me, waiting for someone.
Only she wasn’t waiting for me – she was waiting for my mate, Terence!
At 13 years old, I may have been young but I knew I was in love with Sheila.
‘Terence isn’t coming tonight,’ I said. ‘He’s gone out with that Valerie.’
Poor Sheila burst into tears.
‘Don’t cry,’ I soothed. ‘Forget Terence, let’s go for a walk.’
And after a lot
