FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

In Dam Square, chain lighting yet another Benson and Hedges duty free and necking cheap Belgium beer, we weigh up the serious lack of talent amongst our field trip fellows.  Stretched out and balanced on the hind legs of his chair, he turns and whispers, “Thing is, I’m gay, Su!” Stealing his thunder, I croak back, “Thing is, so am I, Shaun!”   He crashes into the undergrowth, a drunken tangle of shrub, check shirt, blue jeans and soft Welsh curses. Whenever I think of his tumoured, brain rot, death, I relive instead that definitive moment of our youth and laugh out loud every time.

Su, Hove