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  • It was 1977 and punk was exploding but we didn’t care - we were in
    flares and huge pointy collars, you and mini me. We tubed in every
    day from the campsite, I was always really excited.

    My first ever McD’s and the cinema in Leicester Square: James Bond
    and Alistair McLean! Getting Lesley Crowthers autograph and seeing
    the Mousetrap on Drury Lane.

    But you know what I remember most?

    It’s you running.

    I know that’s weird but I don’t think I ever saw you running before.

    We were crossing the campsite and you said ‘lets go’ and were off
    before I could register what was happening. You seemed airborne
    and I had to run my absolute hardest, chest bursting, just to keep up.
    Everytime we came to a ditch you just vaulted it, never breaking stride.
    I was so scared but I just about kept pace, running flat out by your side.

    My god we both flew so high that day. Higher than Icarus but we both
    made it down! You and me in the bright super8 sunshine.

    I’ll never forget that moment. It meant nothing really but I’ll never forget it.

    I never ran that fast again.
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