25 Years Too Late...

25 Years Too Late...

Saturday, 18 October 1986

Ready When You Are, Bob

‘We Are Ninja’ – Frank Chickens




I awoke today, absolutely looking forward to seeing Alison.


First of all, I went to Wisbech, and then Lucille (Freddie’s sister) brought me back to their house where I am staying.


After tea and another brief glimpse of Doctor Who: The Trial of a Time Lord (Part Seven)


…I finally went to Alison’s.

  When I arrived, I gave her the poster Flash and I made of me for The Situation’s Ritcherd For President ’86 ‘campaign’ last autumn…


…and a card that told her no matter where I am I will be thinking of her; which is absolutely true!


We chatted about things for a while and eventually went to the pub (The Last of England), where we drank vodka Martinis, and chatted about the events that had brought us together.  I told her that I wouldn’t be able to see her tomorrow, as I am going home at 11.30am, and she was rather upset by this, as was I.  I really want to see her tomorrow, but still, that’s life!


‘Catch My Fall’ – Billy Idol




Later, we headed back to her house, where we chatted some more, while she chewed and sucked my fingers, nibbling and gently biting at them like a little puppy.  She was eating Polos and put one of the ones she’d been sucking into my mouth, which felt oddly amazing.  Finally, I asked where ‘Bob’ was. 


‘He’s here,’ she said.


I didn’t really know how to react because it was time for me to go back, so we cuddled.  Alison said she didn’t want me to go and I told her I didn’t either.  But as I was about to leave, the inevitable happened.  We kissed.  It was a good kiss.  And I suppose, in a hypothetical world, that seals the contract.  We are now going out with each other.  And I am very happy.


As I left, we kissed again at the door.  Now we’re both looking forward to Monday.


As I walked in the darkness back to Freddie’s mum’s house, I felt like the happiest man alive.


ALISON YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.


From a shimmering web-like hyperdimensional plane emerges the buffed and polished love heart of our union, emblazoned with the legend ‘Ritcherd 4 Alison’; the golden juices of that heart, punctured by love’s arrow, spill across time and space, showering all with joy and happiness…  




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