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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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In 1965 I met a bloke called Neil. To be fair he was known as Sid, and I'd actually been at school with him before anyway. So I really met him in 1958.
With me so far?
He was head of house at my mediocre and worse public school when I joined it.
We'd met online recently. I'd read his obit for another alumnus and it struck a chord with me. Since we was always a decent bloke we emailed and it worked. He's over in London this week form Perth, and he was very generous and bought me lunch. My turn next time.
He's written a book about his time at the school, and sent it to me, and I've shown him the almost edited first draft of mine. He has been very kind and written a foreword.
He knows a little of my issues since his brother had the courage to come out after a marriage that failed. Regrettably his brother died in the earlier days of AIDS.
We had a GREAT lunch. We never knew each other really at school, but we might as well have. We shared the same adversities and the same awful lack of education. He told me, too, that the English master used to jerk off in class!!!! I thought only boys did that! I did it in Latin a couple of times. And geography!
I last saw him in 1966. I remember that he was taller!
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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