As spotty teenagers my best friend Neddy and I dreamt of mega-stardom. We were going to take the world by storm and secure our fortunes by writing killer lyrics. Of course it never happened. I’ve spent my life languishing in dead-end jobs that I’ve always hated and he has ended up a vicar for the jolly old CofE. The world lost out.
Why am I telling you this today?
Well, the first song lyric that we wrote was entitled ‘The 25th of September’.
It’s possible that I may still have a copy of the said lyrics somewhere but would be too afraid to go in search of them for fear of what I might find.
Happy birthday Penelope, wherever you are x