Sharing memories: The Summer I Was Sixteen
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- The drunk snog
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- Homemade wine is good for recall
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- Saturday job
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- There are no happy endings
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- The staycation
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- Starting to turn heads
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- My sister’s wedding
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- My girlfriend’s friend
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- Getting all the blame
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- Heaven knows I’m miserable now
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- Nerd heaven
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- Not missing summer camp
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- Too much of everything
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- We never told
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- Aeroplane to Berlin
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- Nice wheels
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- I was a teenage entrepreneur
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- Always go with your instincts
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- Nobody understands me
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- Yearning at Montauk
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- Duplicity
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- First love
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- Sorry, Dad
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- Sometimes we remember in snapshots
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- Join in!
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- Bunking off
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- Justin the Hip
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To The River, by Olivia Laing
I celebrated my O level exam results by drinking pints of mild and whisky chasers with my friends in a pub called ‘The Raven’ – before ID was even invented. At the time, I just could not get drunk, and the disappointment was so crushing, I’ve had to keep practising. I’ve got it right now though.