gon2seed
(and me! - Ed)
Hopefully some of you remember this early post:
"But the mention of the Legend that is Cocker and Sheffiled made me smile ....... alot.
Mr Cocker lost his virginity in the Botanical Gardens in Sheffield, lovely spot. I found out this delightful fact while watching a brief documentary about him on late night TV a good few years ago. This fact had me scrabbling for my phone, and here is why ....
I was an undergraduate at Sheffield Uni 81 -84. I stayed in Halls of residence along with another Staffordian Dave. We were best muckers. Anyway to say we were both a bit naive would be like calling Oliver Reed a moderate social drinker.
Anyway it didn't take long for the bohemain atmosphere to work for young Dave, and during an indian summer he met the delightful Phillipa. Vicars daughter from down South. To cut a long story short, she may only have been a vicars daughter but she certainly knew the way to heaven! Dave was enticed into losing his cherry al fresco, beneath a statue of Queen Victoria, who was no doubt not amused! I don't know how most people first experience the joys of carnubial bliss, but this one certainly impressed me.
To get to the seductive spot Dave had had to assist Phillipa over a 7ft fence, no mean feat as she was built for comfort! The 7ft fence of course surrounded the Botanical Gardens in Sheffield!
And what was the name of the adventurous seductress who plucked the bespectacled, gangling, songsters cherry? Phillipa, one and the same!
"Dave you'll never guess what" I shouted down the phone. We worked out that he had been there first, which tickled him pink. How many other boys became men in the hands of the formidable Phillipa we shall never know, but though Dave has gone on to be a succesful fellow in his own right, he still drags this tale out from time to time and basks in the reflected glory.
Well Dave is up this weekend from London, and it will be time to chew the fat. We are both sprogged up so a night of debauchery is out of the question, but it will be great to see him again.
I think I have an interesting tale or two, but Dave makes me feel really boring, He has just got back from his job in Cambodia, before that Ethiopia, East Timor, Nigeria, Russia, Bulgaria, Romania, Australia, France, etc, and he started it all working in Greenwich Village to raise the money to get his 12 month round the world air ticket just for pleasure.
Yeah! he's pretty well travelled, and he works in International aid for NGO's, it makes you feel kind of envious at times. My favourite tale of his, is his Balinese beach experience, he met a glamorous older woman on the beach while out for a early hours stroll. They shared barely a word, headed back to the hotel, couldn't wait for the lift, and started right there in the deserted lobby. Dave's attention was caught by a cleaner arriving for work, but seeing as the good lady was blowing Dave's trumpet at the time, and he thought it would be rude to interrupt while she was doing such a good job! He let her carry on. Priceless!
"But the mention of the Legend that is Cocker and Sheffiled made me smile ....... alot.
Mr Cocker lost his virginity in the Botanical Gardens in Sheffield, lovely spot. I found out this delightful fact while watching a brief documentary about him on late night TV a good few years ago. This fact had me scrabbling for my phone, and here is why ....
I was an undergraduate at Sheffield Uni 81 -84. I stayed in Halls of residence along with another Staffordian Dave. We were best muckers. Anyway to say we were both a bit naive would be like calling Oliver Reed a moderate social drinker.
Anyway it didn't take long for the bohemain atmosphere to work for young Dave, and during an indian summer he met the delightful Phillipa. Vicars daughter from down South. To cut a long story short, she may only have been a vicars daughter but she certainly knew the way to heaven! Dave was enticed into losing his cherry al fresco, beneath a statue of Queen Victoria, who was no doubt not amused! I don't know how most people first experience the joys of carnubial bliss, but this one certainly impressed me.
To get to the seductive spot Dave had had to assist Phillipa over a 7ft fence, no mean feat as she was built for comfort! The 7ft fence of course surrounded the Botanical Gardens in Sheffield!
And what was the name of the adventurous seductress who plucked the bespectacled, gangling, songsters cherry? Phillipa, one and the same!
"Dave you'll never guess what" I shouted down the phone. We worked out that he had been there first, which tickled him pink. How many other boys became men in the hands of the formidable Phillipa we shall never know, but though Dave has gone on to be a succesful fellow in his own right, he still drags this tale out from time to time and basks in the reflected glory.
Well Dave is up this weekend from London, and it will be time to chew the fat. We are both sprogged up so a night of debauchery is out of the question, but it will be great to see him again.
I think I have an interesting tale or two, but Dave makes me feel really boring, He has just got back from his job in Cambodia, before that Ethiopia, East Timor, Nigeria, Russia, Bulgaria, Romania, Australia, France, etc, and he started it all working in Greenwich Village to raise the money to get his 12 month round the world air ticket just for pleasure.
Yeah! he's pretty well travelled, and he works in International aid for NGO's, it makes you feel kind of envious at times. My favourite tale of his, is his Balinese beach experience, he met a glamorous older woman on the beach while out for a early hours stroll. They shared barely a word, headed back to the hotel, couldn't wait for the lift, and started right there in the deserted lobby. Dave's attention was caught by a cleaner arriving for work, but seeing as the good lady was blowing Dave's trumpet at the time, and he thought it would be rude to interrupt while she was doing such a good job! He let her carry on. Priceless!