In early ‘82 I was in my second year at Sixth Form College in Stoke-on-Trent. I had an enormous crush on a guy in the year below me, who was in the same registration class as me. He was tall, posh (from Cheshire), and had the sort of floppy blond hair you could die for (remember, it’s 1982).
Nothing of course ever came of this infatuation, but I recall him inviting me to a night out in Newcastle (under-Lyme) with him. Yes, he asked me. And compared to my usual haunts, Newcastle was exotic and posh, a bit like my crushee.
Turned out, of course, that this was a perfectly innocent invitation, and we had a normal blokey night out. At one point in the evening, he asked me up to dance. Dancing together was not an unusual thing for straight guys to do in that part of the world, which caused me some difficulty when I moved to Aberdeen, and it was.
This was the record we danced to.
My God the lyrics were a bit close for comfort!
All I want to do is see you again
Is that too much to ask for?
I just want to see your sweet smile
Smiled the way it was before
Well I'll try not to hold you
And I'll try not to kiss you
And I won't even touch you
And all I want to do is see you
Don't you know that it's true