I was embarrassingly reminded of that - I wrote it in my diary and said it to my friends - when Gary Davies played a particular track on the breakfast show this morning. I had the most terrible crush on this boy and he played on it but never asked me out and told everyone that I fancied him and he was terrified of me. It all culminated in a lot of alcohol at the school Christmas disco and the hangover from hell. I even went to watch Bradford City when I didn't support them, because he did.
He's got no hair now, but did have a good career and has two kids and a lovely wife, as it happens. But she has an annoying habit of writing "Beauties" on every Facebook post her friends make (maybe it's one of those default answers the lazy often use?) And I do not fancy him in the least!
I am squirming with embarrassment. Any more stories like this? (No I am not a journalist).