Louse Attack!
Boyf and I waved a sad farewell to Aberystwyth and drove to Weston-super-Mare in late August 1981. He had a job at a prep school in Gloucestershire – and, because his term started later than mine, we decided to rent a room, in Clarence Road North, for a couple of weeks.
I had a fair amount of preparation to do, and can remember feeling increasingly nervous – and, to my slight consternation,…
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