As an older git, when I can't sleep, I try and remember the ladies whom I have "thingied" (seems appropriate) in chronological sequence and their names. Surprisingly, there are lots but often names (which I wouldn't share anyway) elude me. There's that lass from Middleton Tyas in Cliff's van, a lass from Aycliffe up against a back alley wall behind The Flamingo in Darlington. Once, close by the major oak in Sherwood Forest and one I met in West Park and she actually did me in an alley just off Hessle Road.
I often fondly remember a "liasion" in Tenerife many years ago. A young lady I met in a bar in Las Americas and I decided to do some horizontal jiggery pokery down a small pathway off the beaten track. Mid way through an old Spanish lady came out a nearby house with a broom and proceeded to smack me on my bare arse whilst "still on the job" shouting in foreign at me....oh those were the days.
On the same holiday me and a mate copped off with a pair of girls from Lancashire.....and we all decided to go skinny dipping (looking back THEY decided to go skinny dipping). Whilst frolicking in the sea we didnt notice they must have had an accomplice with them who came and nicked both our wallets out of hastily discarded jeans on the dark beach.......Funnily enough a week or so later, I got a call saying my wallet had been found (less cash and cards of course)...wait for it....yes in a garden in Lancashire.......
I have many a fond memory of my right hand. This thread is a bit sad really. Can’t just be me that thinks that?
Seems sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three Between the end of the Chatterley ban And the Beatles' first LP.