Once upon a time when I was very young I lived just outside of Richmond, England.
I was running with a strange crowd of people, sharp, smart and neurotic as all heck.
Three of them are caught in this photograph of us on a boat on the River Thames.
A curiously appropriate photograph that is as veiled as my memories.
I ended up in bed with two of them - I won't say which.
But none of them are the Sunday Girl.
No, she was different again.
I call her Sunday Girl because the Blondie song of the same name seemed to play perpetually on the jukebox at the local pub.
We spent a lot of time in that pub.
And a lot of time in bed.
Aren't we strange when we're very young?