1987 – Final year

I can’t really remember summer of ’87. I didn’t work. I didn’t go out on any dates. I didn’t go surfing or sailing. I must have gone cycling though, because I always did. I also had a trip to London with colin and stayed with Mark in my old accommodation. Mark was up there working through on his sandwhich course. But back in September and I was in the same 

accommodation. We used to hang out by shooters hill. We went on trips to Europe, and I got drunk on the one that coincided with my 21^st birthday. Was throwing up on the Dutch mainland. I was in a posh jacket with jeans phase, probably care of Morrissey. I was attempting to grow my hair that way too.