We walked back through the early dawn hand in hand, getting back to my room at about 6 am. This was the first time l'd ever held anybody's hand, unless l was crossing a road. Mykonos was then about 95% gay in the season, pretty much like being in Liverpool except the other way round, depending on whose figures are right regarding the number of people travelling on the bus to Sodom!
We spoke and kissed for twelve hours, [ l wrote 'made love' in my diary but this didn't physically happen until the following Summer in Hamburg -and he was called Reiner!] We stopped only to have a tomato salad when the cleaning lady threw us out of the room. ln my diary l apparently had a revelation around noon that l was falling in love. It was the most intense experience of my life up until that time. Growing up in Ossy l didn't know any gay people never mind get the chance to fall in love with them.
Two glourious weeks followed, l got to know and like his girlfiends, who accepted that their up until then straight friend looked happier than he had ever looked in his life. For the last three days of my hoilday l was bereft as the Austrians had to leave before l did. Everything that was beautiful now seemed shabby as the season came to a close, even the weather changed as October approached along with my mood.
At Euston station l phoned my parents who told me someone called Willy had called three times l was so happy. l returned to college and we spoke everyday, this pre-mobile age involved a trek through the city to one of three phone boxes that allowed international dialing and that hadn't been vandalised. He told me he had a weekend off playing at the end of October and that we could meet in London. l should find and book a hotel. l was ecstatic, lt wasn't just a holiday romance after all. Like l wrote in my diary at the time, l knew we would spend the rest of our lives together.
To be continued......
[ I know l've borrowed Marg's trademark here. Hers is for dramatic effect, mine is because my fingers killing me-lol!]
We spoke and kissed for twelve hours, [ l wrote 'made love' in my diary but this didn't physically happen until the following Summer in Hamburg -and he was called Reiner!] We stopped only to have a tomato salad when the cleaning lady threw us out of the room. ln my diary l apparently had a revelation around noon that l was falling in love. It was the most intense experience of my life up until that time. Growing up in Ossy l didn't know any gay people never mind get the chance to fall in love with them.
Two glourious weeks followed, l got to know and like his girlfiends, who accepted that their up until then straight friend looked happier than he had ever looked in his life. For the last three days of my hoilday l was bereft as the Austrians had to leave before l did. Everything that was beautiful now seemed shabby as the season came to a close, even the weather changed as October approached along with my mood.
At Euston station l phoned my parents who told me someone called Willy had called three times l was so happy. l returned to college and we spoke everyday, this pre-mobile age involved a trek through the city to one of three phone boxes that allowed international dialing and that hadn't been vandalised. He told me he had a weekend off playing at the end of October and that we could meet in London. l should find and book a hotel. l was ecstatic, lt wasn't just a holiday romance after all. Like l wrote in my diary at the time, l knew we would spend the rest of our lives together.
To be continued......
[ I know l've borrowed Marg's trademark here. Hers is for dramatic effect, mine is because my fingers killing me-lol!]