Duck (Scary) vs Wonder (Stevie)
I spent a small fortune pursuing a girl called Debbie (the same Debbie to whom I once sent an ill-adivsed mix tape). She had a bit of class, worked in a bank and I quite liked her brother. A small fortune, not to mention the (temporary) loss of my best friend, with whom I came to blows over her affections. Eventually, after a number of chaperoned pub nights and knackering walks in the countryside (also chaperoned), I finally hit pay-dirt when she agreed to come to a concert with me. Fuck, yeah - Ultravox, the cutting edge of early 80s electro-pop, and I got a peck on the cheek at the end of the night after delivering her safely home.

Then came the killer blow - she invited me into her bedroom one afternoon, and instead of the expected squirm on her floor, Debbie treated me to a note-perfect tiddly-plonk rendition of Stevie Wonder's "I Just Called To Say I Love You" on her Bontempi organ, before telling me that she wanted to spend more time learning middle-of-the-road Bomtempi organ classics and less time going out with me. No time at all going out with me, it turned out.

Dumped, and back to the wanking and crying.

I look back on this experience with my words at the time still going through my head: "Fuck you, Wonder. Fuck you."
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 3 Jan 2013, 13:10, 4 replies)

still not going to buy your book.

( The Doveston haunted by the memory of his own amnesia, Thu 3 Jan 2013, 13:17, closed)

I'll come round your house and force you to read it
No...hang on...
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 3 Jan 2013, 13:49, closed)

I should imagine it is somewhat similar to Mr Townshend's tome.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 3 Jan 2013, 14:02, closed)

*raises eyebrow*
*Kicks Boyce in the fork*
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 3 Jan 2013, 14:30, closed)