| Vile. I was 14, and my 15 year old best friend dragged me to an adult disco in the Lycaeum (Covent Garden). I was quite innocent at the time (well, not innocent exactly - I knew what went on during sex - I was just more interested in horses than the opposite sex).
This being the 80s, she was dressed in lacy gloves and tights and smoking cocktail cigarettes (the coloured ones). She pulled some Essex boy who had a Capri. I was lumbered with his drunk friend who then proceeded to stick his boozy tongue in my mouth. I was disgusted.
I didn't snog anyone again for a whole year... |