In my second year at university I made the mistake of moving in with my best friends from the first year on the only hill in Norwich. It was an incredibly steep hill and ,made up for the lack of any others by being forbiddingly steep and a deeply depressing place to return to at the end of each university day when I really should have been with my girlfriend in her snig bedroom on campus.. The house where we loved was next to the prison where Lester Piggott the prizewinning jockey was serving a prison sentence for tax evasion. That was probably the most interesting thing about the part of town where we foolishly decided to live
My friendship with the other guys in the house didn't make it until Spring although we've since made our peace . The album we listened through to continually over our months together was Anita Baker's Rapture. Probably the greatest album ever made.concerning the sacred act of rumpy pumpy.
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