July 18th, 1989

July 18th, 1989

Flight from BRU – LGW as a passenger

At Pamsy’s, Sussex

Call time came at four forty this morning and Pamsy and I wasted no time getting up. We showered and dressed in record time and even managed a civilized cup of tea and a jam roll each, before heading to the lobby. Such pros!

In no time, we were back at Pamsy’s with a big decision to make:

Go to the beach.

Go to bed.

Bed won and our lengthy naps put us in the right frame of mind for a night out on the town. Drove to Eastbourne and went to the usual hotspots with some of the usual suspects but after a while we got bored and decided to call it a night.

Stopped at the Denbigh on our way home, where a girl Pamsy went to school with, was celebrating her engagement. Not quite what we were expecting to find at the pub on a Tuesday night! Mandy welcomed Pamsy with open arms and invited us to stay, “for a bit a cake,” and insisted we meet her fiancé, both sets of parents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles and friends! We ended up staying ‘til well past closing time and continued celebrating at Mandy and Steve’s new flat.

Driving back to Pamsy’s, I commented on how beautiful the moon looked.

“It does actually,” Pamsy said, pulling into the parking lot at the Cooden Beach Hotel.

“What an amazing night,” I said, getting out of the car.

“Really is.”

Pointing upward I said, “Look at all the stars.”

Pamsy laughed.

“What are you laughing at?”


“How come?” I asked.

“This is something we should be doing with guys, not each other.”

Staring up at the sky, I said, “I totally agree. Who would you like to share this romantic moment with?”

While she contemplated her answer, Pamsy sucked her cheek into her mouth.

“Oliver,” she finally said. “Definitely Oliver.”

“That took you long enough,” I laughed. “We need to figure out a way to get you two together.”

“And you?” she asked.

His name was on the tip of my tongue but before I could say it, Pamsy wagged her finger as if she was scolding me. “Don’t you dare say Ben.”






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