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Courting days
[Sunday, 21st September, 1958] Starting this diary again. Have been conned into helping out at the Scouts as a leader, along with my old mates Spud, Dave G. and KC. Went to the Bear Brand Social Club last night with KC to drink (heavily) and play snooker (badly). Couldn’t bring myself to chat up a couple of girls at the bar, much to KC’s annoyance. “They strike mine eyes, but not my heart,” I insisted (with thanks to Ben Jonson). Can still feel Emma’s rib cage under thin cotton dresses. Remember how, with my arm round her waist, I could rest my hand on her hip-bone. How her breasts occasionally brushed against me as we walked. The softness of those breasts and how her nipples pressed against the palm of my hand. How the scent of her lingered on my fingers long after she had gone home. Why am I doing this to myself?
[Sunday, 21st September, 1958] Starting this diary again. Have been conned into helping out at the Scouts as a leader, along with my old mates Spud, Dave G. and KC. Went to the Bear Brand Social Club last night with KC to drink (heavily) and play snooker (badly). Couldn’t bring myself to chat up a couple of girls at the bar, much to KC’s annoyance. “They strike mine eyes, but not my heart,” I insisted (with thanks to Ben Jonson). Can still feel Emma’s rib cage under thin cotton dresses. Remember how, with my arm round her waist, I could rest my hand on her hip-bone. How her breasts occasionally brushed against me as we walked. The softness of those breasts and how her nipples pressed against the palm of my hand. How the scent of her lingered on my fingers long after she had gone home. Why am I doing this to myself?
