My first love at 17, I pined a bit, stalked him to London, we met up in Morrison’s Wood Green and he turned out to be living round the corner in Crouch End.
He and his gf were so kind to me when I showed up at their place off my head. Brought me a bucket to be sick into, made me tea, he gave me a jumper to wear and drove me to St Ann’s, the local mental ward.
I liked Oasis at the time. He opined that it was too samey.
Guess he didn’t forget me either.