From the word go I was interested in older women. No, obsessed would be the better word for it. In those days, of course, that meant just about all women, if you disregarded the giggling, barely pubescent girls who seemed from another planet.
No, it wasn’t them I was interested in – it was their older sisters and mothers, and the mothers and aunts of my friends that fascinated me.
Take Dougie’s mum – and my fantasy was to do just that. Dougie was my best friend in Que Que