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Boys toys

I don't know if this is what really happened, but it's the way I tell the story now.

It starts in the summer of 1994. I'm at Ashburnham Place on an Alpha weekend with HTB. My group head down to the beach for the afternoon, and suddenly I find myself whizzing round country lanes in a white sports car with the roof down and a beautiful blonde at the wheel. "This is a boy's best dream," I think to myself, "but right now if I'm totally honest I'd rather be at home chatting with old friends."

Fast forward. October 2000. Driving home from a gig with Sue. We're following an MX-5 out of the car-park, and I mention 1994. But this time I embellish it. "I've always wanted one of those," I admit.

Sue laughs. "You? Finally interested in material goods?" And so I decide it might just be a good idea.