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  • 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?
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