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This is probably 1973 and I am in the navy aged 18. My mum worked in a shop and fixed me up with a blind date with a colleague, Gaynor. I made the mistake of telling my navy chums and so Gaynor became Gay Norman! I hade never been out with a girl and no wonder. I was short, big eared and long toothed not to mention fashion challenged. She greeted me with a look of embarrassed loathing as we met for a meal followed by disco (remember disco?). The meal was rapid as she suggested we skip starter and desert. The disco was the first I had been in and I had never danced since winning my junior school twisting competition in 1965!

We had one dance together and then she copped off with another guy on the other side of the room. With the sound of “hi ho silver lining” ringing in my ears, I set off for the bus stop to get myself home. Unfortunately, I was hit on the head and robbed by a youth using a metal drinking vessel as a cosh.

So, no silver lining for me and no Gaynor. Still my mum did make me a Ovaltine.

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