…This evening I went to Luke’s birthday party.
All the way through I kept trying to get us to watch Octopussy on the TV,
which was getting its premiere, instead of the film which Luke had rented,
which was called Stand by Me.
There were only about five of us there.
By the time the party finished – well, you couldn’t really call it a party – Octopussy
was halfway through and I rushed home to try and watch some more…
Ouch. What awful behaviour. And I never said sorry.
Here we see my foothold slipping on the edge of the ravine that is full-on, selfish, nauseating adolescence.
You wouldn’t think it from this, but:
a) Stand by Me is now one of my all-time favourite films
b) I knew Luke for another 10 years or so, but neither of us ever mentioned this party or what I did.
I’m not sure what’s worse: never apologising, or going for so many years not thinking I needed to apologise.
Damn you Roger Moore and your horsebox-sized jet plane!