‘Are you back for good now. Lu Lu?’ He asked as I remembered all the reasons why he irritated me as a child, not least his nickname for me. Nobody calls me Lu Lu, except for Kevin. Lu Lu sounds like a character from the chorus of the Mikado, who understudies for Yum Yum, and Nanki Poo. Still, I was very grateful for his help. So, when he asked me the question I knew he had been dying to ask me, I agreed to meet him for a drink and left him cock-a-hoop at the brow of Ashdown Hill.
‘I’ll call you!’ He yelled, thrusting his arm in the air like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, his ambling gait suddenly turbocharged as he made his way back into town. He had been asking me to go out with him since we were in Year 9.