It was the summer of 1984. Wham! had just requested that we wake them up before we go-go, and Stevie Wonder was on the phone telling us that he loved us.

The roller-disco in the village-hall provided the perfect backdrop to my first summer of love.

Sarah lived 2 doors down from me and was cute as a button. We had played together as friends since we were very small, but hormones took control at the age of 7 and we used to retire to the tent in her back garden where we would drink orange-squash and she would show me her day-of-the-week knickers.

To be honest, a female showing me her knickers didn't have quite the same significance then as it does now, but it was the start of my romantic journey.