During this season I started university, and as for many, this was my first time away from home. The degree course I was on only had two sets of exams: Finals, of course, at the end of the three years; but also Moderations at the end of the second term of the first year! This regime concentrated the mind wonderfully.
I also had to leave the job I was doing, which was actually quite a sad event.
Meanwhile, as mentioned above, I had given up on girls. These were the last bits of teenage angst doggerel I ever wrote; and indeed, I have only attempted such things a handful of times since these were written. They are both mercifully short.
“One of the Five” 17/9/74
For ev’ry twenty girls there are,
Of boys there’s twenty-one;
The twenty-first looks near and far,
But all the girls are gone.
For ev’ry hundred girls that’s born,
Of boys five more arrive;
So all my life I’ll mope and mourn,
For I’m one of the five.
“My Superstar Destiny” 24/11/74
To feel like Leonard Cohen;
To live the songs he’s sung;
To love Al Stewart’s women;
And end up like Neil Young.