one warm July evening in fair Whitechapel you’re sitting at your desk, it’s 1984, you’re next door neighbour is a cocky charismatic lad, your parents don’t get along with his parents n’ they think he is a bad influence, they’d never want you to hang out with him even though he’s in your year at school.

there’s a knock on your window, it’s Damon with a cheeky grin, he waggles his eyebrows as you let him in, he has a little fumble as he jumps through your window. Yes… you’ve been seeing him.