There was a New Year long weekend youth houseparty run by the church, which threw Girlfriend 26 and me together for four days. This was by no means unpleasant, but it has to be said that it marked the time at which the first cracks and tensions, which must be in every rebound relationship, began to appear. (It may be recalled that this one was the true rebound from the trauma of Girlfriend 24).
My system received a shock on return home, however, when I realised I had joined the ranks of the unemployed. For some 13 years I had just gone back to school, but those days were of course now over, and good riddance! The UK was still on a three day week, so this was about the worst time in history for a school-leaver to be looking for a job. I had several very bleak days, during which I felt extremely useless. In particular, I got maudlin over Girlfriend 24, resulting in another burst of doggerel:
Composed 7/1/74 for 31/3/73 -2/4/73
What has changed? What has changed?
Are our minds re-arranged?
Are we altered somehow?
Are we different now?
You’re not the girl I left behind;
There’s something’s happened to your mind.
We both still look the same,
Not blind or deaf or lame,
Just like we were last night:
Well matched, in love, just right.
What’s wrong? What has happened to you?
Can’t you see that we’re still right too?
Things we did for so long,
Suddenly now they’re wrong;
How can love stop so fast?
One night! Our love is past!
And now we can’t kiss any more
Like we did just one night before.
The wrench is just too great-
Can’t stop my loving state-
My love for you goes on
Even though now you’re gone;
The things we used to do I miss;
It’s only you I want to kiss.
You look the same to me;
Not me to you, I see;
We haven’t changed at all;
Your whim has caused my fall;
Why did you do it this way? Why?
I’ll write about you till I die.