w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

No, not in the diseased sense of the word, more like ‘struck by’. No, even that’s not right. I’ll work on it and re-post when I get it improved.

She wasn’t stood on the street, actually. It was in a youth club called The Wheel (yes, that’s how we amused ourselves then, children) and it was lust at first sight. November 8th, 1970 – me 17, she 15.

Among the other couples we know who have also made it through enormous distances of time – if that’s not an mixed metaphor? – the common agreement is that you have to be friends first and the rest follows.

So as my little readership is guaranteed to be so much younger than me, I won’t dwell on the ‘marital’ side of the relationship, but will just say I’m happy to feel how Stuart is right now.

P.S. I forgot to blog what prompted this - our first live gig was to see Free (yes, she fell in love with Paul Rogers, their frontman) and I was reminded of that by what was yesterday's Today's lyric. Confused? You must be.

All right.