Taking a girl on a first date to a skating rink when she can skate and you can’t is not the brightest idea. I took Ginny to the Sliver Blades in Streatham in 1968, the Small Faces were playing live and I stumbled my way around while she glided effortlessly beside me. Something must have worked in my favour because we have been married for 46 years. I still can’t skate!
Art by David 