Growing up in a small rural Yorkshire is almost like wife swapping. As a teenager in the late 1980s I had a girlfriend who had been out with some of the lads in the village before me and I had been out and shagged some of the local girls before her. We used to meet up and hang around in a group, having a laugh, listening to music, sharing ciggies, having the odd beer and generally just having a good time. I have strong memories of a particular school holiday we were all between 16 and 18 and we would all gather at whoever's house was empty as the parents were working. On this particular day m… Read more
