Once upon a time, when I was about 14 years old, I went to a Saturday drama group, in pursuit of my ultimate goal of being the best actress in the history of the world. Obviously.
There was a boy at this drama group, called Tommy. Tommy Sherlock. And I was obsessed. He filled my every waking thought. I thought he was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. Ever.
The first week my friend and I went to the group, everyone was introducing themselves and he introduced himself as 'God'. I thought this was the funniest thing I had heard anyone say in my life.
He had dark hair and blue eyes. He wore Adidas trainers and when my own trainers got too worn out, I bought the same pair that he had. He also wore those grandad socks that were fashionable for a while. The Pringle ones with diamonds on them, you know? So I wore them.
He played the lead male in a peice we worked on for a while. He had to sing at one point and of course he had a great voice. A girl called Sian played his girlfriend in the peice. I hated her. One week she wasn't there so I stood in for her. When he pretended to put a ring on my finger, he had to touch my hand.... I wrote about it in my diary.
I thought Mrs Laura Sherlock sounded pretty good and worked out a signature I would use.
Now I'll tell you the sum total of what I knew about him.
...........
Erm...... His name..... And what he looked like....
Erm.....
Erm....
Nope.... I got nothin'.
Seems a bit silly now.
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